Page 8 of He Loves Me Knot

He never, ever slept with women he worked with.

Ever.

Especially not women who workedforhim. His father had told him a long time ago never to “dip his pen in the company ink,” and if he’d listened . . .maybe everything would be different.

At the very least, he would have had no reason to get drunk tonight.

The hell with all that.

His head pounded from the effort to slog through the dizzy thoughts. He’d been fine—he thought—until he’d started the walk back home, and she’d followed him.

“Oh my God, Callum. I want you to fuck me,” she whispered against his lips.

Focus.

He didn’t respond, his fingers feeling numb as he caressed her breasts—under her shirt—but not below the bra.

Sex. That’s all this is. That’s all it ever is.

And Miranda would probably be good.

But taking a woman he worked with back to his place? That was another rule he’d never broken.

“Here?”

“It has to be your place. Surely, you know my flatmate has a crush.” She nibbled on his earlobe, leaving it wet with moisture.

Her flatmate.

Callum closed his eyes, trying not to lose his mind as she knelt in front of him. The whole alley seemed to spin, which wasn’t a good sign either.

Her flatmate, Lydia Winnick.

Callum set his hand over hers as she reached for his zipper.

“I can’t.” He cleared his throat, drunken desire screaming at him. He’d let the kiss spiral wildly out of control, and that was a regret he’d have to live with. But he could put a stop to it at least.

Miranda looked up at him, then laughed lightly. “You might be the first man who has ever said no to a jobby.” She tugged on his zipper, ignoring his hand.

“I’m serious.” Callum moved her hand again, then helped her stand despite his unsteadiness. “I’m going to request an Uber for you.” He pulled his phone out and opened it.

Miranda stared at him as though she couldn’t process his words. “You must be joking.” She took one more step toward him, and when he continued on to the app, she knocked his phone out of his hand. It clattered dully on the pavement. “Bastard.”

She started out of the alleyway, her heels clicking as her hips swayed with her flight.

Just let her go.

Not that it was entirely responsible either. But this wasn’t an unsafe area.

Gritting his teeth, he collected his phone and then followed her.

“Miranda—”

“I can get my own Uber, thank you.”

He wouldn’t be pathetic and apologize. She’d initiated the kiss. Found him in the bar and sat beside him to flirt.

Though, it wasn’t as if you didn’t know what she was after.