Page 32 of Lie with Me
I huff. I’m not interested in arguing with Sid.
“Call me whatever you want, just open the fucking door already.”
Arrogantly, Sid slips back into the cockpit to hit the door release. As soon as I hear it click, I open the hatch.
“Hey!” He grabs my shoulder before I bolt out.
“I never said there was anything wrong with being pussy whipped, especially if that’s the pussy.” He nods toward the door, and I catch Tara climbing out of the limo.
I grab his wrist amicably. “Buddy, you have no idea how right you are.” Then I vacate the plane, heading straight for Tara. My heart feels like it’s about to burst in my chest as I rush to her, pulling her right off the ground into my arms.
“Does this mean you’re staying?” she asks as the cold December air bites the shell of my ears and both my cheeks.
“My schedule just opened up.” I plant her back down and then attack her mouth, kissing her so forcibly our teeth clink.
“Hey, chucklehead!” Sid’s baritone voice cuts through our reunion. “You forgot your shit!”
He tosses my duffle bag out of the plane onto the tarmac. “Have fun, you two,” he shouts right before he disappears.
Tara’s questioning look says it all.
“Don’t ask. I’ll tell you all about him on the way back to the city.” I jog over to grab my bag then slide into the warm limo next to Tara. I draw her to me and return my lips to their rightful place—her collarbone . . . and her neck and her mouth, and maybe even her pussy before this ride is over.
Whipped is definitely the right word to describe me.
What the fuck have I done?
I HUM TO MYSELF ASI clear the coffee cups from one of my tables. Watching CJ get off that plane, and then spending another blissful night with him has sent my spirits soaring. Don’t ask me to define it, or us, I should say, but whatever it iswehave, I like it. It’s electric, incomparable to anything else. Just spending time with him is enough, no labels required.
“Someone is chipper,” Philly teases me as I pick up an order.
“Shut up.” I ignore him, still humming.
He watches me amused. “You remind me of Sleeping Beauty after she meets the handsome prince in the forest.”
I laugh to myself, recalling the joke I made about being pricked with his penis. “Maybe I sort of feel like Sleeping Beauty after she meets the handsome prince.”
“I take it your weekend with the hottie from Hawaii went well?”
I beam as I lift the tray. “He’s still here.”
Philly’s face drops. “I thought it was just a weekend fling?”
“Well, it got extended.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to keep seeing him? With everything going on?” He actually sounds like my father right now. He’s killing my buzz.
“Nothing is going on,” I say defensively. “I like CJ, and I can handle it.”
Philly puts his hand up in surrender. “Easy, blondie. I’m notthe enemy here. I’m just your best friend trying to look out for you.”
“I appreciate that, Philly. I don’t love anyone more than you. But I’m a big girl, and I can make my own decisions.”
“You’ve told me,” he says perturbed.
I scoff. “I have to drop these before they get cold.”
“Good idea.” He steps back and rings up a customer.
