She presses her lips into a line while I curve mine into a lopsided smile.
“What was your plan, Senna?” I ask, slightly pulling away from her.
“What do you mean?”
Raking my teeth over my lip, I give her another once over.
“You know exactly what I mean. You had no fucking idea I’d be back,” I say, no longer smiling. “Why would you dress like that for him?”
“Guess,” she throws at me, frustrated.
I bring my hand to my face and slowly rub my chin.
“He’s the fucking escort, isn’t he?” I toss back at her.
Darkness slides over her eyes.
“It takes one to recognize one...” she retorts, her words punching me hard.
Satisfaction flickers in her eyes when she registers my pain.
“Why do you care who he is? Wasn’t that the whole point of our agreement?” she sneers. “We’re both doing what we want. What makes you think you can do it and I can’t?”
“Is this what you want?”
She takes a step toward me, slicing me with her eyes.
“Since when does it matter what I want? You fuck for money, and he fucks for money, and just because women are not your flavor doesn’t make you any different than him.”
My other hand shoots out of my pocket and curls around her neck. Startled, she loses her balance and crashes into me. Her hands clutch my arm.
Fear brushes over her eyes.
“Let’s not fool ourselves, Senna. You are no better than him or me. Just because you are the one who pays men to fuck you doesn’t mean you are a saint... You’re as much of a slut as we are,” I hiss.
Her hand shoots toward my face, and I tilt my head back. She misses it by a hair.
In one motion, I cuff her wrists and crash with her against the door. She growls and fights me, writhing against me madly, and I pin her with my hips.
Squirming, she tries to bite me.
“Let me go,” she barks.
I crash my weight onto her. Her body starts to soften.
For a few more moments, she keeps pushing against me. Unfazed, I lock her wrists and slide my fingers into her hair, pressing my body into hers.
Within seconds, she feels me hard and quickly loses steam.
“I fucking hate you...” she blurts, exasperated.
I laugh.
It pisses her off even more.
“Why would you hate me, darling?” I murmur in her hair, softly grazing her earlobe with my lips.
Her nipples tighten against my chest, a shudder falling through her body.