Come On (Coming Together Book 2) by Poppy Dunne

Author:Poppy Dunne [Dunne, Poppy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paige Press, LLC
Published: 2020-12-07T18:30:00+00:00

Eleven

Rafe

She’s your weakness.

I don’t recommend having Scott McCarthy’s voice in your head. At the best of times, he sounds like Ron Swanson if he was not charming at all, or into woodworking. But when I think of Scott with that smirk, and picture him leveling his python gaze at Tessa… When I think of him touching her or going near her…

I take another deep swallow of bourbon, the only thing that’s keeping me from getting into my car and driving down to that bastard’s apartment for a healthy round of verbal and possibly physical violence. It’s pitch black outside, and I’ve only got one lone lamp turned on as a beacon against the darkness. My brooding, disheveled reflection continues to glare at me in the window. I’m doing my Batman routine of hiding in luxury while drinking and plotting.

I didn’t tell Tessa the truth about Scott because I didn’t want to make an already painful situation more agonizing. She must have guessed—I could see it on her face when she left—but it doesn’t ease the sting. This morning, I was on the verge of having sex with the woman of my dreams. Now, I’m left with alcohol and the buzzing memory of her skin and her mouth. I can close my eyes and see her naked underneath me, her face flushing as she came. I can still hear how she cried for me, feel how she dug her fingernails into my back. My cock stirs at the memories, but I can’t let it lead me around anymore. Tessa doesn’t deserve Scott McCarthy’s wrath, and I’m the only one who can protect her from it. That means cutting myself off from my drug of choice—ironic, considering I work in pharma. It means saying goodbye to Tessa.

The buzzer sounds. Apparently I have a visitor. Hopefully, it’s another case of alcohol that grew legs and was feeling social. I pick up my phone and take a deep swallow of bourbon. “Yeah?”

“You’ve got a guest, sir. Says she’s your assistant?”

Apparently Tessa and I have different ideas of what “goodbye” means. For Tessa Snowe, this must be opposite day.

“Should I let her come up?” the man asks.

Say no, Rafe. Say goodbye. Say sayonara. Say anything, you absolute bastard, just so long as it’s not—

“Yeah, send her up.”

You fucker. Well, I can’t blame myself.

Soon, there’s a knock on the door. I open it to find Tessa standing there, fist still raised in that “ready to knock” position. Guess I opened up pretty fast. It’s not like I’ve been hovering here in the near dark, crazed with the thought of seeing her again.

Maybe it’s the alcoholic haze, but I swear the light from the hallway haloes her blonde hair. My literal guardian angel has shown up, complete with a devilishly sinful body. And because of that, she needs to get out of here.

“I thought I was clear back at the office,” I tell her, the frustration coiling off of me. Baby, you are about to get the surly, drunk version of me, and I hope you don’t like it.

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