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Evan grits his teeth together, his eyes flashing with anger. The jealousy is rolling off him in waves. At least, I think it is. I could be wrong about that, but the way he looks at me tells me I’m not.
He wants me.
He might pretend that what happened between us was a mistake, but there’s definitely a part of him that’s thought about taking it further with me.
That thought excites me more than I want to admit.
“I’m not going out to find any dick to ride.”
Evan shifts slightly, hiding what I suspect is a bulge in his pants. I smirk and raise an eyebrow.
“Now, if we’re done discussing what I will and won’t be doing with my time, I’m ready to go to bed.”
Zara grins and takes off up the stairs to my room while I look at the wine glasses on the table. I get up and take them into the kitchen, putting the bottle back into the fridge. After quickly washing the glasses, I open the fridge and put away what’s left of the pizza Zara and I ordered earlier.
“You don’t have to run away just because I’m home,” Evan says, appearing too close to me. “I can go to my own room if you two want to stay down here.”
“It’s fine. I’m tired. You’re home early though.”
“I heard about what happened with my mother.”
I sigh and look up at him. “I don’t want to talk about that right now. Zara is waiting upstairs to question me about our conversation. I can’t leave her waiting and disappointed.”
“Alright,” Evan says. “But for what it’s worth, I think that you should sleep with whoever you want, if that’s what you want. But I still think you’re going to regret it. You should sleep with someone who wants to be with you, not someone who just wants to move on to the next person.”
“I think I can make that decision for myself.”
I walk away from him and head to the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest. With each step I take away from him, I grow more irritated.
He doesn’t want me, at least, not enough to act on it.
That means that he gets no say in who I sleep with.
8
EVAN
Thedoortomyoffice slams open early the next morning. Kendall stands in the doorway like an avenging angel, her green eyes narrowed and her hair streaming out around her like a golden halo.
Everything about the expression on her face is murderous. I don’t know who’s pissing her off, but given the way she’s glaring at me I’m guessing I have something to do with it.
“Can I help you?” I ask, leaning back in my chair and looking up at her.
Kendall closes the door before storming across the room and dropping her phone on my desk. She takes one of the seats on the other side of the desk and crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow.
“Look at that shit.”
I grab her phone and immediately my blood runs cold. There’s a picture of Kendall beside a picture of me with a caption about sleeping with the help. Anger flows through me as I scan the article.
Nothing written about us, other than our ages and my job, are written with any sort of accuracy. The article calls my character into question, saying that I’m sleeping with a woman seventeen years younger than me.
“Where the hell did this come from?” Kendall asks, her tone wavering slightly even though there’s still fire blazing in her eyes.
She looks like she’s going to wring the neck of whoever wrote this article if she ever finds them.
Not that I blame her. This is a blatant lie.
Have I thought about sleeping with Kendall? Absolutely. And I feel horrible every time I do, but I want her.
