The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(64)

“Thought I’d save you the time.” She bends and takes her G-string off with straight legs, like a stripper.

She slingshots it at me, and I smirk as I catch it. “Very thoughtful of you.”

Heidi follows suit. She unbuttons her shirt and slowly slides it off. My eyes roam over her large breasts in her black lace bra.

Hmm . . .

I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.

It’s the weirdest thing. Nicki’s body has always appealed to me the most . . . but tonight, it’s Heidi’s curves that are doing it for me. Why do I like curves all of a sudden?

Hayden.

Startled by my realization, I clear my throat. “I’ll get us a drink.” I stumble into my bar; another drink is the very last thing I need. I fill a glass and drain it down. I glance into the other room to see the two girls are now completely naked.

Heidi is on all fours on my couch, waving her ass around in the air.

Fuck.

I fill the glass so fast my drink sloshes over the sides, and I tip my head back and drain the glass again.

Keep it together, man.

I fill three glasses, and with a deep steeling breath, I walk back into the room to find Heidi on her back with her legs spread and Nicki lying beside her. Nicki’s fingers are parting the lips of Heidi’s sex for me, pink and wet. Ready and waiting.

“Come and get it, boss.” She smiles darkly.

Fuck.

My stomach roils, and I frown.

Huh?

I stare at them both for a beat, and if I do this, I know that it will mean the end of Hayden and me.

“What are you waiting for, boss?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What?”

Fuck this.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. “You need to leave,” I reply.

“What?” Heidi sits up onto her elbows, seemingly shocked.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Nicki smiles as she begins to crawl toward me on her knees. She leans up and undoes my fly. She leans forward and breathes hot air onto my hardened cock through my boxers.

Warmth heats my blood . . . fuck.

Hayden.

I step back from her. “Now.” I zip up my fly and march to the front door and open it in a rush.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Heidi snaps.

“Everything,” I bark. “And I don’t appreciate the temptation. Don’t come back here.”

“Temptation?” Heidi’s face falls. “You’re with someone?”

Who the hell knows? Not me, that’s for sure.

I roll my lips, choosing to remain silent, because any answer I give would be a lie.

“So what? Big deal,” Nicki whispers as she sashays over to me. “I don’t give a fuck if you got married, as long as I get to have you. I won’t tell if you don’t,” she whispers sexily as she undoes my tie. “We can keep a secret . . . can’t we, Heids?”

I stare at her. It would be so fucking easy to have her . . . them, and she’s right: nobody would ever know.

Hayden.

I pull out of her grip and bundle up her clothes and throw them at her. “Get dressed.”

“What?” they shriek.

I march back into the other room and pour the drinks down the sink. “Leave. Now,” I call.

“Why did you bother bringing us up here if you didn’t want to see us?” Nicki calls.

“Brain snap,” I call back. Dick snap, more like.

Nicki tries again. “I can make you feel better.”

“For fuck’s sake, Nicki,” I yell as I lose my patience, “enough.” I point to the door. “Get out. Right now.” I grab Heidi’s dress and throw it at her and pick up the G-string and stuff it in her hand. “Please, I’m sorry.” I’m flustered and tripping over my words. This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. “Just . . . you really need to go.”

Nicki storms out the door, and Heidi hangs back. “You all right?” she asks softly.

My nostrils flare as I stare at her.

Do I look all right?

“Goodbye, Heidi.”

Her eyes hold mine for a moment longer than they should, and I know she actually cares.

Hayden.

I turn and walk to the window and stare out at the city below. I hear the door quietly click closed, and regret swims deep in my stomach. I close my eyes, ashamed of myself. What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m fucking losing it.



I walk into the office at eight thirty sharp, and Jameson and Elliot are standing in reception. “Morning.”

Jameson cringes when he sees me. “You look like shit.”

“Margarooted.” I march past them. “I hold you responsible,” I say to Elliot.

Elliot chuckles. I walk down the corridor and into my office. I slump into my seat.

Fuck, I feel bad.

Headachy, nauseous . . . embarrassed.

Heartsick.

What must Heidi and Nicki think of my literal prick teasing last night?

Knock, knock sounds on the door.

“Come in,” I call.

The door opens, and my mother appears. “Hello, darling.”

And there she is, the most glamorous woman in New York. Dressed to the nines in a camel-colored designer dress and heels, hair done to perfection, with a ramrod-straight back. I smile. “Hi, Mom.” I stand and kiss her cheek. “You look lovely.”