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“Indie, I know about your issues, alright. I told you I could work around that.”
“And I told you I’m just not ready. I mean, I went on and on about that when you first asked me out, remember? You said you got it.”
“Well… things have changed. I like you. I want to work this out.”
Vigor leeches from me at his words.
It’s all my fucking fault…
Rami told me thefuck buddiesthing rarely works out as smoothly as planned. I should have listened. I was just so fucking desperate to get the feel of Micah off my skin. I thought it would be mutually beneficial—he’d get no-strings-attached sex from me, and I’d get some form of sex therapy and learn to share space with a man again without hiding in the bathroom, concealing panic attacks.
I was so stupid to think this could work.
The words Marilla spoke to me earlier echo through the room.
You have the right to set boundaries.
No one has the right to have access to you.
I shake my head. “I’m so sorry. Honestly. It has nothing to do with you. I said I wasn’t ready. I meant it. I need to be alone and sort myself out.”
“So, I’m paying because your ex was a bastard?”
His words wind me.
He wasn’t just a bastard. Hehurtme.
And there’s no fixed timeline for feeling healed from that.
“Honestly, just look at yourself. You could have any woman you want. You shouldn’t have to deal with me in this state.”
“I want to deal with you.”
“Look, I’m sorry.”
He gets to his feet, pacing before me as if losing control, his breathing erratic, his movements frenzied, making panic constrict my throat.
Stay calm…
“It’s because ofhim, isn’t it? That piece of shit new boss of yours.”
“What?”
I shake my head in confusion.
Granted, feeling the explosion of sexual heat around Greyson has made me realize that that’s still possible with a man, but I’ve been building up the courage to tell Kohl we’re not a good match for weeks, before I even met Grey.
“How do you know about my boss?”
He squares his body at me. “Because I looked up the company. I saw the profiles of the directors. I recognize him from the lobby.”
When did they even get a chance to see each other?
His brown eyes blacken, turning the color of his soot-colored hair. “That’s why this is happening now, isn’t it?”
“Of course not,” I snap. “This has nothing—”
“Are you fucking him?”
