“Tell me what you noticed then I’ll tell you what I noticed,” he prompts me, picking up the subject.
“I noticed that the way you looked at me when I walked in has been the way you’ve looked at me as far as I can remember. I want to say since my…”
“Twenty-sixth birthday,” he supplies then leans in to whisper. “I remember because it’s true.”
“What does that look really mean, sir?”
Jagger puts his fingers in my hair and tilts my head so he’s looking me in the eyes. “I have a lot of looks when it comes to you but the look you’re talking about is simple. It’s actually a question I’ve been silently asking you for years.” He nips my bottom lip before he says it. “Do you know how good I could fuck you?”
I whimper because I do know now and he never lets me forget. “Damn, I would’ve said prove it. And what did you notice?”
Jagger smiles and the wicked glint in his eyes tells me he’s about to say something Jagger-like. “That this little scrap of clothing you were brave enough to wear in public means you’re dying for me to fuck you dirty.”
He squeezes my near bare ass for emphasis. My body throbs and just like that I’m ready to leave or risk public exposure.
We’re about to kiss when I hear Ainslee practically yell Papi. I look over to see a tattooed Mexican man smiling at her.
“Papi?” Jagger asks Oran because he’s intent on being a pain in the ass.
Eventually, Ainslee introduces us which is good since Oran was staring a hole into her back. Joaquin Quintanilla looks like he means business. He’s a different kind of scary than Mikonos.
Mikonos joins us and gives the guys a run-down of their association with the guy. He’s attractive in the deranged way and I opt to find comfort in his easy banter with Ainslee. I am so busy watching them talk that I jump when a knife lands near him. He gives Mikonos a murderous glare and guys from both sides pull out guns.
“Nope,” I say to myself and slip under the table while my crazy husband decides to be nosy with the rest of the psychos.
I tug and his pant leg but his nosy ass ignores me. The silence is scary as hell until Jagger makes a joke about the tension and makes Oran laugh. Either way I stay down until I get a clear sign to move.
“Karessa, you can come out from under the table. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, Sweet Baby,” Mikonos coos and my mind does go there this time.
How would he be as a lover? Does he have things he says to the girls he fucks. It’s a hot thought really. I ignore the fact that I’m blushing and go back to where I was before it all started and sit next to Jagger but my eyes are still on Mikonos.
“Thank you,” I tell him and it takes everything in my power not to giggle when he winks at me.
“Why the fuck are you blushing?” Jagger pulls me out of my fangirling.
I play it off by talking about the major difference between White and Black people in dangerous situations. They may sit in the open but we run or hide depending on the circumstances.
Most of the conversation is a back and forth between Oran and me since Oran is thoroughly amused by my desire to disappear when danger is imminent but I can feel Jagger’s eyes burning into my profile.
“Sweet Baby?” Oran teases. “Are you going to let him call your woman the name you gave her?”
Jagger shrugs but I still feel him watching me. Finally, he moves his attention to Oran. My heart is still beating like crazy so I miss most of his comments. I do, however, hear him refer to Mikonos as an unstable trained killer. The funny thing about that, it’s part of his sex appeal. I’m not trying to be with him in any fashion but a girl can swoon a little.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jagger
I ignorethe fact that Karessa is trying to get spanked again and choose to laugh at Oran giving Ainslee the cold-shoulder for thePapibusiness. The girls are yammering on about some Sweet Valley High type of bullshit I had no plans to listen to until Ainslee asked Karessa who was her first kiss.
I damn near dropped my drink when she said Wyn. That smiling fucker. What is up with Karessa and the Hale men? She explains that she kissed him in gratitude for saving her life but it doesn’t matter, I already have my phone out.
Me: Keep your lips away from my wife, bitch.
Wyn: LMFAO what are you talking about?
Me: You were her first kiss.
Wyn: Her first kiss was the pool party? Dang. I should’ve asked if it was good for her.
