I’ll—”
“Danni, no,” I said. God, I felt like a complete asshole. “I saw Natalie yesterday.”
Like I said, Danni had a shit poker face. “Dammit, Danielle! I dropped my head back against the desk, already recovering from the high my orgasm gave me. “What?” I asked sleepily. There was no way in hell I was going to make a move on my sister’s girlfriend. The tank top was gone in an instant, her natural breasts bouncing free as I stripped the thin cotton-like material away from her. Bobbi—my former co-worker, broken by self-hatred and being rebuilt into something I wasn’t even sure I understood. Suddenly, I shocked her by wrapping my arm around her waist and standing up; she instinctively wrapped her legs around me as she gasped, “What are you doing?”
Fortunately, my desk was relatively clutter-free and provided a perfect place to lay Natashya. If only I didn’t hate myself so much for doing it! “She said she was falling in love with me, so she didn’t handle rejection very well.” Not wanting to talk about Danni