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Nothing he could say would have drawn me to him faster. I was in his space, rubbing against him, completely ignoring his words and concentrating on his body.
“Stay away from me,” he ground out.
I leaned forward and kissed the soft cotton covering his chest.
He backed away, eyes wide.
“You’re freaking out for no reason,” I said calmly. “You’re imagining things. There is nothing going on between Bastian and I. We were just talking. You are overreacting.”
“Why were you huddled so close? Why did he have you backed into the counter like that?”
“We were exchanging sensitive information.”
He moved further out of my reach, going to sit on the edge of his bed. “What information?”
“I’ll tell you when you’ve calmed,” I said, following him. While he watched, I stripped off my shirt, then my bra. I tugged off my thong but left my skirt on.
I straddled him there, standing against him where he sat.
Groaning, he buried his face between my breasts, one hand going to cup my rear under my skirt, the other working at the button of his pants. With jerky movements he freed himself.
He cupped my breasts, pulling me down until I was on top of him, bending to follow my nipples as they sank down out of his reach.
I rode him like that, on the edge of his bed.
After, we fell into a heap and went to sleep.
I woke up curled into his chest, his hand stroking over my hair.
“How long did I sleep?” I asked him.
“A couple hours.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking. I need to get ready for my flight.”
“You’ve got time.”
“Oh? Is it a late flight?”
“Hmm,” he said, and I thought it was an affirmative noise, but I glanced up at him suspiciously. He sighed. “You can’t leave yet. The reading of the will is tomorrow.”
“I’m not staying for that.”
“What if she left you something?”
“If she left me anything, have it donated to that charity she set up for Grandpa.”
No, I wasn’t insane. I just would not, could not, profit off her death.
Sure, I was broke most of the time. I’d lost track of the times I’d spent my last twenty on a tube of M.A.C. lipstick, or maxed a credit card on a cute pair of shoes, but that was my problem and there was no reason someone else should bail me out of it, even if that someone was Gram.
“My God, you are as stubborn as ever.”
“Are you surprised?”
“Not remotely.” He paused. “Tell me about Anton.”
I’d completely forgotten about that. And of course Dante had known his name all along, the fucking stalker. “You’re never going to drop this, are you?”
