J balls her fingers into fists and pushes me away. I don’t budge. She’s a dangerous trader of secrets, but right now she’s just a sick girl in a hospital room. She has no power to stop me, just like I had no power to stop my father’s lieutenants.
Suddenly, J glances at her watch and stops fighting. With flat, emotionless eyes, she looks up at me and asks, “Do you want to screw me?”
My eyebrows quirk.
My heart skips a beat.
Anticipation? Fear? Desire? Unease?
It’s like staring into a mirror and not seeing a reflection. I know the feelings are there, I just don’t know what they are.
So I study her expression instead. Her eyebrows are pinched, and her mouth is forming a thin line. She doesn’t seem upset or scared anymore. More like… what’s that expression on her face? I’ve never seen it before.
J sees me studying her, and she chews on her bottom lip. Like a switch going off, she mechanically closes the distance and kisses me. This second kiss is another flat meeting of the lips. Her mouth moves a bit more this time. Mechanical. Robotic. Almost like someone fulfilling a duty.
I freeze in shock at her boldness.
She’s the one who moves away first. Her jaw tightens when she slips her fingers under her hospital gown and works her panties down her legs.
My pulse races.
I fling her away from me.
She stumbles back, her quick intake of breath echoing through the silence.Is she absolutely insane?
As Jarod Cross’s son and a member of The Kings, I’ve had plenty of experiences with fans eager to undress in front of me. Girls have snuck into my hotel room, danced in my lap, gotten on their hands and knees and worked themselves to a frenzy to have me.
But they never looked at me with such disgust in their faces.
J stands off to the side, her face flaming red, her eyes filled with angry tears, and her underwear sagging around her ankles.
Did I make a mistake messing with her?
Before they got married, both Cadence and Grey hated my brothers. Dutch and Zane toyed with their future wives in worse ways than this, but the girls never gave in.
They fought.
They got pissed off.
They scratched and bit.
I wanted to see what Jinx was made of, but now I realize I’ve never encountered anyone,anywherelike her.
This puzzle is a little more than I can handle alone.
Turning without a word, I stalk to the sofa where my clothes are folded neatly and set on the arm of the chair. Her footsteps patter behind me.
“You’re leaving?” she asks flatly.
I turn to look at her. For someone who just tried to have sex with me, she doesn’t seem too upset that I’m taking off.
“Do you die if you leave the hospital?” I ask, refusing to look at anything but her face as she works her underwear back on.
“Why? This hospital room isn’t romantic enough for you? You want to screw me in a hotel or something?”
My lips tighten. I shouldnothave started this game. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“Then?” She arches a brow, looking annoyed.
