Page 80 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Henry’s soothing rubbing on my back stopped. “Wait, what?”
Wiping the snot from my nose, I elaborated. “Things escalated a little at lunch and he took me back to his office where he went down on me, something I’d never experienced before. I got a little too relaxed so when he was down there, I kind of tooted.”I want to blame the angle on the desk. I really wanted to blame the angle.
Henry’s face contorted and I could see him trying to be polite and not laugh in my face, but he held it together as he pulled me back into his chest and kissed the top of his head.
“Don’t worry about it, love. That happens all the time.”
“That is not true. You’re telling me a girl has farted while you were going down on her?”
“Happened to me twice. I take it as a compliment, that I was able to relax a girl that much that she let all her inhibitions go. Grant it, it’s not the sexiest thing to ever happen in the bedroom, but it’s not the worst either. What did Phillip do?”
Loathing myself, I said, “He backed away like I just lit a match next to my butt to spout off dragon fire and went to this bathroom. I booked it out of his office, minus underwear, as quickly as I could run and then hid in my office until the end of the day.”
“Oh, love”—Henry kissed the top of my head—“I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“You’re not going to laugh at me, poke fun at me?”
“No, you’re clearly upset, and the guy should have been more of a gentleman about it. It’s not an uncommon thing, love. It’s hard to keep everything held in when you’re having a good time, which I assume you were having.”
“Honestly, I can’t believe I let it happen. What was I thinking? I mean, I didn’t even know the guy and I let him stick his tongue down there. I think I was all caught up in the fantasy.”
“And what fantasy is that?” Henry asked, kissing the side of my head and snuggling in closer.
“You know, the alpha male, businessman fantasy. Where the guy wants you right then and there and you let it happen; you throw caution to the wind and let the man dominate you.”
“Not familiar with that fantasy,” Henry lightly teased. “But seems like something I might be interested in.”
“Stop.” I laughed and pushed him away.
“Made that gorgeous smile of yours come out, now didn’t I?”
I was about to answer him when my phone rang. Reaching over, I picked it up and saw my parents’ phone number appear. I wondered what they wanted?
“Hello?”
“Hi, honey,” my mom said. “How are you?”
“Doing good, Mom.”
Henry perked up from hearing me say mom. He loved my parents and my parents loved Henry, sometimes it felt like more than me.
He grabbed the phone from me and squeezed my thigh as he said, “Hi, Mrs. Bloom. It’s great to hear from you. I’m doing great and how about yourself? Oh, is that right? Well, tell Mr. Bloom I would eat your spaghetti any day, even if you used tomato paste as the sauce.”
I cringed. My mom wasn’t the best of cooks and growing up, my dad and I made sure to have spare meals around the house for instances where she only made spaghetti sauce with tomato paste.
“Good talking to you as well. Hold on.” Henry handed me the phone and said, “It’s your mom.”
“Really? I had no clue,” I said sarcastically while putting the phone to my ear. “Hi, Mom.”
“Oh, I really miss Henry. Please tell me you both will come out to the house for brunch on Sunday. We would love to see you two.”
“Brunch on Sunday? I’m not sure, Mom,” I looked at Henry who was nodding his head and giving me the thumbs up. “Are you cooking?”
“Aren’t you a funny girl today? No, you know your dad won’t let me near the kitchen for brunch, especially when he’s making his famous baked French toast.”
“Baked French toast? Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“And Henry?”
