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“You said no kissing in public.We’re not in public.The door’s closed.”He reached over and shut the blinds, too.
“She’s going to know what we’re doing.”
“So?”
“It’ll embarrass me.”
“Then don’t leave.”He dipped his head and kissed my neck.
It felt really good and brought back memories of last night.How far would he push this today?How far would I let him?My body was saying as far as he wanted.
He inhaled with a groan, and I knew I was in trouble.If I didn’t distract him, he was going to press, and I was going to give.So, I did what I did best.I threw a verbal grenade.
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The phrase was like a bomb in the room.He flung himself away from me as he shifted, and I bolted out the door.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
I leanedagainst Bennett’s closed office door, holding the knob just in case.
Miranda’s eyes went wide as he thudded against the other side, making the door—and me—shake.
“This soundproofing is really good,” I said.“I can’t even hear the noise he’s making.”The door vibrated against my back again.
“What did you do?”she asked.
Mom came around the corner just then.Her gaze swept over us, lingering on the shaking door for a second.
“Is everything all right?”
“Depends on how sturdy this door is,” I said.
“What happened?”
I hesitated, debating what to say.The door gave an aggressive lurch.
“The truth, Wrenly.So I can help.”
“I told him I wasn’t wearing any underwear,” I mumbled, my face flushing.
Miranda fell out of her chair, laughing so hard that she was wheezing.
“Ah,” was all that Mom said.“It’s best if you make yourself scarce until lunch.Are you still all right with going out?We can change locations from what I suggested to Bennett.”
That her gaze didn’t even flicker to my clothes when she said that was a testament to Mom’s poise.
“I have a change of clothes, but they're in the office…with Bennett.”
“No problem.I’ll get them for you once you’re gone.Why don’t you pick Miranda up and take her with you?”
I nodded and hurried over to grab Miranda’s arm.
“Get off the floor so we can go to Zellon’s,” I said.
She sprang up like she’d been equipped with a pogo stick.I rolled my eyes at her weeping ones.
“Your mascara looks like it belongs on a hooker.”
