Chapter Nine
Kenzie packed up her computer into her bag and got the rest of her stuff organized. Bogs had stuck his head in the conference room about five minutes ago, saying they were leaving.
She barely recovered from their lunch together a few hours ago, and now she was about to spend the night with him again.
Lunch had started out simple with sandwiches and drinks he brought in.
The conversation was minimal but his eyes on her made her squirm in her seat.
There was something different about the way he looked at her.
The lust was still front and center but there was something else.
Curiosity in the way he gazed over her as if he were trying to figure her out. He left and she hadn’t seen him since.
She gathered her things and walked out the door heading to the lobby. The sound of his voice followed by a soft giggle slowed her pace. She crept up quietly.
“Does that line actually work on women, Bogs?”
“They fall for it every time.” He laughed. She rounded the bend and stopped, taking in the sight. He was standing behind Corissa who was sitting at her desk. She was working on the computer and Bogs was standing behind her with his hands massaging her shoulders.
The pit in her stomach turned harshly like a knife stabbing into her and a slow turn. Less than twelve hours ago, he was inside her, and now he was moving on with his next conquest. How humiliating. She watched as Corissa shook her head and laughed again.
They were familiar with each other, making her think this was a repeat conquest. Jeez, did he have a work fuck buddy and she was supposed to be his at-home other woman.
Screw this guy. She obviously was a bad judge of character.
He wasn’t interested in anything more than sleeping with her.
What did you expect? There were few emotions that cut her to the core but being made a fool was definitely one of them, top on her list.
She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. Fine, it was just sex, and it wouldn’t happen again. She ignored the regret that there wouldn’t be a second round with Bogs.
“Hey,” she said, catching their attention as they glanced over. She expected to see guilt on their faces. Instead, Corissa smiled and Bogs kept his hands on her shoulders. Neither one of them seemed affected that she saw them.
“Hey pretty girl, ya ready?”
Corissa glanced up at Bogs. “Aw, you call her pretty girl?”
He chuckled and turned to Kenzie winking, “I call em like I see ‘em.”
Kenzie turned her head, tearing her gaze away from him.
He was sending some kind of ridiculously bad mixed signals.
He was pawing her and flirting with Kenzie.
The word douchebag was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t seem to fully commit to thinking it.
She was getting too attached to this guy.
It was one night, hell, not even a night, one morning of amazing, mind blowing sex that didn’t change anything.
Her situation still sucked, she was still worried over Taylor, who may or may not be caught, and to add to it, the one guy who had managed to stir something in her, was turning out to be a player. Fuck my life.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” She bit back the urge to add ‘jerk’ to the end of her answer. Her tone must have been a bit too stern and snappy because both Bogs and Corissa gave her an uncertain look.
Corissa cleared her throat and smiled. “See ya tomorrow, Kenzie.”
“Bye.”
She walked to the door when Bogs stepped forward. Keeping her back to him was best. Although how she’d manage to keep it up for the rest of the night, she wasn’t quite sure.
He stepped in front of her, opening the door with one hand and gesturing her with the other. She passed by and felt the caress on her back. She rushed forward and kept her quick pace to the truck, getting out of his arm’s length.
“What’s going on, is this a race? First one who gets to the truck gets to be on top?” He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows. “All right, you win, pretty girl.”
Any other time, she would have laughed. It wasn’t just what he said but how he said it. Easy and laid back, she liked that. Just not now. Right now, her anger was growing with his flirting with Corissa and then expecting sex from her.
“I’m not having sex with you, I told you that.” She opened the truck and climbed in, slamming the door behind her but not before getting her last dig out. “I’m sure you can find someone else to scratch your itch, Bogs.” She purposely glanced over his shoulder to the office door.
She stared out the window, catching a glimpse of him rounding the front of the truck. She didn’t look long but she could see the tightening of his jaw.
Her plan was to ignore him for the ride home and hole up in her room. It was a good plan.
He climbed in the truck and started the ignition. She waited for the truck to reverse but it remained parked. The hairs on her neck and arms tingled. He was staring at her.
“Scratch my itch.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. It was a stupid saying, and she was half embarrassed she’d even used it but it popped in her head and she blurted it out. “Scratch my itch,” he said again, making it sound even more ridiculous than when she said it.
He chuckled and her face flamed. If he said it one more time, she might turn around and smack him. “Scratch my itch.”
She whipped her head and twisted her lips. “You know what it means, stop repeating it.”
He cocked his eyebrows. “I think it means fuck. Am I right?”
He was playing with her, she knew it.
“Or no, it would mean the need to fuck. ‘Cause if you wanna scratch something, you’re seeking relief. Huh… yeah, it means fucking.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and slouched in the seat. Why was he going on about this?
“And who do you think should be scratching it for me, since you refuse?”
She turned her head slowly, glaring at him.
He tightened his lips, mocking her while holding back his smile.
He nodded, keeping his gaze locked on Kenzie.
“Corissa, right? That’s why you looked at the office when ya suggested I find someone to scratch my itch, right?
Hmm…. all right, I guess I can ask Mike, but I don’t think the odds are in my favor.
” He smirked. “He’s a jealous type, probably won’t go for me fucking his wife. ”
Corissa was married.
“He probably wouldn’t appreciate you flirting with her either.”
“No, you’re right on that, he hates it. He’s been threatening me since middle school. That’s how long they’ve been together, and around the same time we all became friends.”
“Well, you should stop,” she snapped.
“That’s what he keeps telling me. Can’t help myself, always been a flirt with all the ladies.
” He shifted gears and backed out. “Makes them feel good, I think, and it pisses off their men, puts a fire in their ass to give the ladies more attention, appreciate them a little more knowing their woman can leave ‘em at any time. I consider it a public service.”
Kenzie snorted. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked.”
“Or worse.”
“Killed?”
“Nah, I can handle myself with that, I’m talking about losing the girl.”
“What girl?”
“The girl I choose to spend my time with. Jealousy and insecurity aren’t a turn on in my book.
Girl who can’t see her own beauty and worth, not interested in that.
If she can’t see it in herself, she’ll never be able to see it in me.
Need someone who isn’t gonna freak out when I show another a little attention, ya know.
Besides, if my girl can’t trust me, well, then, I might have chosen the wrong one. ”
She drew in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. She had the distinct feeling that was directed at her. Jealousy was ugly. Kenzie stared straight out the window, ignoring Bogs for the remainder of the ride.