Page 11 of No Strings Attached
“Are you still there?” Worth’s voice breaks through the speakerphone, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. Just ordering food for—” I catch myself mid-sentence with a grimace, realizing I might’ve said too much.
“For who?” Worth’s tone sharpens with interest.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry about it.”
He lets out a laugh. “Unbelievable. You’ve managed to pick up some chick at the airport and bring her back to a hotel already?”
“Shut up. It’s not like that.”
Though, usually, itislike that. I did technically bring Amira here because I wanted her in my bed, but this time, things feel different. There’s something about her that makes me want to get to know her. And not just for one night.
“Are you going soft, brother?” I can practically see Worth’s smirk through the phone.
“Get a grip,” I mutter, but there’s no bite to it. He knows me too well, and his teasing has a way of digging under my skin. I lean against the kitchen counter, feeling a smile tug at my own lips despite myself.
“She was stuck at the airport on her way to Nantucket, too. I offered to help her book a new flight.”
There’s a pause on the other end, and I seize the opportunity.
“And you’re one to talk. I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting ever since you hired that new junior designer at the firm. Yeah. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Worth grunts something unintelligible, and I grin, knowing I’ve hit a nerve.
“Anyway, it’s not that serious,” I say, though I’m not convinced. Truth is, I’m more thrown off by Amira than I care to admit. “She doesn’t seem to know who I am. Or, if she does, she doesn’t care. It’s refreshing, you know?”
“Sounds serious to me,” Worth retorts with a chuckle.
“It’s not. I just met her.” And yet, I can’t ignore the way her presence lingers in my mind like a familiar melody.
“Right. Well, let me know how that works out,” he says, clearly enjoying himself.
“Duly noted.”
But even as I hang up and tuck my phone away, I can’t shake the feeling that Worth might be onto something. Two hours with Amira shouldn’t mean anything.
So why am I feeling all tangled up?
4
MY VAGINA IS A TRAITOROUS HOE
AMIRA
Ishut the door behind me, pressing my back against it as I release a deep, shaky breath. My body feels like it’s been electrified, every nerve firing in wild directions.
I glance down at my vagina and mutter under my breath, “Get it together.” My traitorous body ignores me, the heat between my thighs a lingering reminder of how easily Henson unraveled me with nothing but his presence.Ridiculous.
Why did I agree to share this penthouse? Calling it a room feels like a joke, with its sprawling living space, sleek furniture, and jaw-dropping view that’s wasted on someone like me. I should’ve said no, insisted on separate accommodations. But my curiosity won.
Now, here I am, spiraling because of a man who has no business being so…him.
What was I thinking?
I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan.
I need a shower.
