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“Because it isn’t right, and you know it.” I yank my underwear back from his hold and shove them into the laundry bag. “We should get going.”

He nods, his eyes holding my attention.

“Did you write that about Ezra?”

“What? No. It’s for a book.”

“A book?”

“Yeah, just forget about it. It’s a pipe dream.”

“You want to be a writer?” He asks as he follows me out the door.

“It’s stupid.” I shake my head not wanting to get into this right now.

“If it wasn’t about Ezra then who was it about, Conleigh?”

“I told you. It was for a book I wrote.”

His brows perk up as we wait for the elevator. “You wrote a book.”

“I did. Can we please drop it?”

The elevator opens, and we maneuver the last bags and boxes inside.

“Can I read it?”

“You want to read my book?”

“Why not?”

My eyes narrow on him as the elevator doors close. “You like to read?”

“There’s so much you don’t know about me.” He smirks as those damn steely eyes of his smolder at me daring to trap me in their gaze once more.

God, how I wish I could find out all the things I don’t know about this man, but I shouldn’t desire to do so. I shouldn’t have the urge to press the emergency stop button and do very bad things to my boyfriend’s best friend. Especially not Holden of all people. But when he looks at me like that, like he wants to eat me alive, I can’t help the images that fly through my head of him having his way with me. The images that inspired my book.

There is no way I can let Holden read it or Ezra for that matter. Not that he would want to. He finds reading to be boring. You see, my book I submitted to the publishing houses is my deepest and darkest fantasy. It’s about a man stealing his best friend’s wife.

It’s my wildest dreams, my darkest thoughts.

It’s all the things I wish Holden would do to me.

Chapter 10

Holden

Packing the last of Conleigh’s stuff in from her dorm, I’m wondering how in the hell she ever fit so much shit into that small room. It took us three trips to get the last of her things brought in from the truck and now she is officially moved in.

Things were going okay between us and she seemed to be enjoying my company until Bailey showed up and made a wiseass crack about my polluting her air with my presence. She helped Conleigh unpack and left about ten minutes ago, thank God. I hate that snotty bitch.

I’ve had about all I can stand of chicks today when I get a call from Ezra.

“What’s up man?”

“Eh, you know playing boyfriend to your girlfriend while you slave at the office.”

“Yeah, just don’t get too comfortable, Conleigh belongs to me.”


Tags: Glenna Maynard Romance