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I stare at my reflection while I prepare myself for battle; my heart is hammering in my chest. I tentatively walk back out to the living area to see Henley sitting in the living room with everyone.
He’s on the couch, legs wide with his dominant stance, a glass of champagne in his hand.
He looks up and smiles warmly. “Puppy, come sit with us.” He taps the couch beside him.
Puppy?
“What did you just call her?” Leonie asks, wide eyed.
“That’s my sexy-times name for her.” Henley’s eyes twinkle with mischief, and he rubs the couch beside him. “Sorry, I should save that for private, shouldn’t I, sweetheart?”
What the fuck is happening right now?
I drop to sit beside him, and he puts his arm around me. He slides his fingers up over my shoulders and skims my neck.
I stare straight ahead as I consider swallowing my tongue.
“I would die if my boyfriend called me puppy.” Leonie twists her lips as she tries to keep a straight face.
Not funny, Leonie.
“Well.” Henley sips his champagne. “She likes being called puppy, don’t you, baby?” He holds up his hand as if to whisper. “You know, with her doggy kink and all.”
What the . . .
Everyone’s eyes widen, and I take his glass of champagne off him and take a gulp.
“Now, now, sweetie.” He snatches the glass back from me. “Don’t want to choke yourself on that leash tonight when you go potty out back.”
Leonie coughs as she tries not to laugh.
I see Chloe disappear into the kitchen to snicker in private.
Help!
“So, how did you two meet?” Warren asks as he looks between us.
“She was”—Henley raises his eyebrows—“sleeping with my father, after she broke up with my brother.” He continues with a straight face. “I guess I just didn’t want to miss out on the action.” He slides his fingers up the back of my neck and grabs a handful of my hair.
What the fuck?
“Ha ha. You’re so funny.” I untangle his fingers from my hair and swat his hand away. “Not exactly.” I fake a laugh. “The truth is . . .” I look over at him as I try to think of something to say. “Henley’s never had a girlfriend, and I felt sorry for him.”
Everyone in the room stares at us in silence, unsure what to say.
“Oh,” Warren replies as he looks between us. “I see.”
“He’s socially awkward, and the good person in me was feeling charitable.” I stand. “I’m trying my best to show him the way.”
Henley lets out a chuckle, and I know the psychotic part of his brain has just been activated.
He’s about to blow.
“So you probably all should get going now.” I march to the kitchen and begin washing up coffee cups in double time.
Henley’s mouth goes to my ear from behind. “You are fucking kidding me,” he sneers in a whisper before nipping my earlobe.
His hands slide up my arms, and he realizes that he’s given me goose bumps. I feel him smile against me.
