Page 23 of Dating the Rebel
She was smart.
Usually...
But her decades-long crush on Grant Snyder had made her a stupid little girl again. She hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of finally living out her fantasy.
Maybe that was all it had been. Maybe that was why he hadn’t called or texted or emailed. Maybe it had never really happened and she’d dreamed the whole night.
But her imagination wasn’t that vivid; she couldn’t have just imagined how incredible he had made her feel. How much pleasure he’d given her...
The release...
She needed that now, so badly.
Tabitha was gone now. She was safe. But anyone else who walked in the door or called might get subjected to her tension. She had no patience left.
If she didn’t get a release again soon...
She knew that she might do something incredibly stupid...like call Grant. Or something almost as stupid as that and call Blair.
She’d been tempted to contact her friend and find out what Grant had really been up to, if he’d ever mentioned wanting to join the dating service. But her friend knew her too well.
If she mentioned Grant at all to his sister, she would give herself up. Blair would know that they’d crossed the line from old enemies to new lovers.
No. They weren’t lovers.
They’d just had sex one night. And that was all that could ever happen between them.
She couldn’t call him. So she needed to take care of herself. That was why she’d slipped her vibrator into her big purse.
She turned around her chair so that she faced the credenza underneath her office window. She opened the door behind which she stashed her purse. Instead of pulling it out, she reached inside and felt around for her special friend—the one that kept her from getting as damn desperate as her mother had always been for a man.
When Tabitha had left, she’d told her to lock the door, so she wouldn’t be interrupted. But she’d just closed her fingers around the hard length of rubber and plastic and rechargeable batteries when hinges creaked. With the make-believe cock firmly in her grasp, she froze.
Damn it!
Tabitha could not even follow the simple directions to lock the door on her way out. Hopefully the actress’s agent would call her soon with an audition—one back in the US or London. A twinge of guilt struck her that she automatically assumed that her sister hadn’t locked the door. Maybe she had come back to the office or Regina had stopped in.
It was all the tension making her jump to conclusions. Tension she needed to relieve...
Tension that Grant, and his ability to give her orgasm after orgasm, had caused more so than even the business.
“Tabitha?” she called out. “Are you back?”
No one answered. And Tabitha was too chatty not to; it was her other sister who’d been giving her the silent treatment since Teo’s interview.
“Regina?” she asked.
Not wanting her judgmental sister to catch her with the vibrator, she dropped it back in her purse, closed the credenza and spun her chair around to find her office door open. A jolt struck her heart, and she gasped.
Neither of her sisters stood in the doorway. As if he’d been there awhile, Grant leaned indolently against the jamb. He wore faded jeans and a black T-shirt that was just a little too tight. The cotton molded to the impressive muscles of his chest, the sight of which made her mouth begin to water.
She swallowed down the sudden rush of saliva and cleared her throat before asking, “What are you doing here?”
Me.She wanted him to do her. Now. On the desk. Or the credenza. Or even the floor.
She didn’t care. She just wanted him. Anywhere...
“I want a second chance with you,” he said.
