Page 89 of The Bad Girl
I squint my eyes closed, willing a mental image of Tom to appear, but my mind rebels, and now I see Maxwell going to his knees, pushing my thighs apart.
“I want to taste your sweet pussy,”he whispers.
Fuck!
I panting now, and just as I reach into my panties to relieve the building tension, a knock sounds on the door.
Fuck!
I try to exhale away my frustration before seeing who’s at the door.
It’s probably just Jenna. Who else could it be?
But when I open the door, it’s Prince Harry on the other side, standing there, Lady M’s in hand.
“Care to partake?” he says, lifting the box of pastries.
“I’d love to, but I wish you would have called first. My pregnant friend ordered half a bakery this morning.”
“Well, there is no substitute for Lady M’s.”
He walks past me, setting the box down on a table.
“So, what brings you here? Are you excited to gloat about how I lost my job?”
Harry feigns offense. “Aren’t I allowed to be worried about my dear, sweet coworker?”
“You hate me, and I’m no longer your coworker.”
“Good point,” he says as he raids my cabinets for dishes.
“How’s Maxwell?”
I don’t like the look he shoots me. It’s like he knows more than he should.
“He’s fine, just waiting for this to blow over—which could take years.”
“He didn’t even bother to visit me and tell me I was being offered a severance. He sent some cold PR chick.”
“Jenna?”
“You know her?”
“Oh, she’s a shark.”
“Yeah, I hated her until I started liking her.”
“Kinda like us?”
“Do we like each other?” I say with a scrunched brow.
“Good point.” He hands me a plate. “Load up, and we can catch up on chatter.”
Lady M’s crepe cakes are the superior pastry, so I grab a slice and follow Harry into the living room, settling into the couch. Something about the way Harry keeps looking at me has me on edge. I can’t quite place it, but it’s devoid of its usual loathing.
“I can’t believe Mr. Johnson was so angry Maxwell left me back at the office that he took a boat full of hostages.”
I nearly spit out a bite of cake as laughter takes me by surprise. “Seriously?”
