What the f*ck did you just say?

LESLIE’S POV I felt physically sick. Not only had Wade agreed to help me out at Brandon’s company but Tahreema had called him babe. Babe as in they were dating. I could stomach that, I told myself that I could. But then, she’d swiped those perfectly manicured nails across his lips and I’d lost my head. I was done with dinner. Moments later, Wade showed up in the room. I was still sulking so I shut my book and turned my back to him. When he spoke to me, my chest tightened and I couldn’t resist not answering. Somehow, the bulging visible tent in his pants makes me laugh. Wade was hard. I’d seen his c*ck before. It was impressive, really impressive that it has been showing up in my dreams so often. “Tahreema got you excited?” I said, even though her name makes my mouth fill with the taste of ash. I was hit with a flash of jealousy. He barely knew her and somehow, she could turn him on without even being in the room. The thought of them being in a long term relationship feels me with