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Her gaze slides away from mine. “Well... We’re both clearly in need of some sexual relief. Why shouldn’t we find it—”
“Am I cramping your style? Blocking you from all these potential dates you have lined up?” I don’t even know what I’m saying. Panic has me by the balls. She’s slipping away from me, and I can’t seem to hold on.
Her eyes narrow. “You think I can’t get a date?”
“Hey, I did not say that.”
The tension leaves her with a sad sigh, and she slumps a little. “This is getting off track, and we’re sniping at each other, which is not what I wanted.”
I rake a hand through my hair and blow out a long breath through my nose.
“Are you...” I take another breath. “Do you want to go out on random dates?”
I’m going to be sick. I’m going to fucking throw up. All over fucking Java Cup.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s time that I do.”
Mac. On a date.
The cup in my hand crumples, sending hot coffee splattering every which way.
“Shit.” I jump up, shaking coffee off my hand.
Mac jumps up as well, grabbing napkins to mop the mess, until she sees my hand. “Did you burn yourself?”
She touches my reddened hand, but I snatch it away.
“I’m good.” My throat is closing in on me. I can’t be here. I back away, tripping over the leg of a chair before righting myself.
“Gray,” she says in a soft plea. “I’m just trying to fix things.”
“Use me,” I blurt out.
Ivy stills, the space between her brows furrowing. “What?”
“You want to fuck someone. Fuck me.”
She rears as though I’ve spit on her face. “Are you kidding me?”
“No,” I say, a little desperate now. “You want to have sex. Have sex with me.”
“We. Are. Friends.” She enunciates every word through her clenched teeth as color rises over her face.
“Oh, please, Ivy. You came on my fingers. I think we’re way past just friends.”
Bad route to go. Bad fucking route.
Her face flames red, her nostrils flaring. “You asshole. You think because you got an orgasm out of me that I’m now some sort of easy lay—”
“No, Ivy. No.” Fisting my hands at my sides, I lean in. “That is not what I meant, okay? Just that we’re obviously attracted to each other. And there’s this tension. So why not alleviate it by—”
“No,” she hisses. “Screwing around will ruin everything. Not to mention that you’re one of my dad’s potential clients.”
A sharp breath shoots through my lungs, as if she sucker-punched the air out of me.
“Your dad? You’re worried about my relationship with your dad?”
I let out a strangled curse, and rake my hand through my hair, the urge to rip it out making my hand clench.
