“What are you waiting for? The prospect told you what to do,” Rage said.
Slowly, she faced me. “Sorry.”
“Tell her what you’re sorry for,” Rage said.
Her eyes darted toward Rage, then Rafferty, then to me. “Sorry for calling you a bitch.”
“And…” Rage prompted.
I turned to him, a little confused. This seemed like overkill… though the lesson would surely sink in for her.
Bianca gave a short head-shake. “I’m sorry I hit on him. He’s a whole meal, and I thought he was down to fuck.”
She barely kept eye contact with me, and immediately turned back to Rage.
He sighed, and gave the barest of chin lifts to indicate she was done.
“Get a clue! They’re the definition of OTP,” Jasmine said.
“These damned acronyms! What does OTP mean, again?” Yak asked.
Jasmine shot Yak a grin. “One true pair, or pairing.”
Bianca slunk out of the room and after a minute, I heard the back door close.
Rafferty faced me, and I pressed my lips together trying to get a read on his silence.
I twisted my hands up. “I’d say I’m sorry for causing a scene, but I’m learning that I might be a wee-bit jealous.”
He roared with laughter while wrapping an arm around my shoulders to pull me to his solid bulk. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him.
After a moment he tipped his chin down to catch my gaze. “That is not a problem, Lex.”
“You said, ‘Don’t do this.’”
He smiled. “Yeah. I said that toher. I know better than to tell you not to do something. It only ensures you’ll do it any damned way.”
I widened my eyes, but I couldn’t argue with him.
“Okay, you two. Don’t make out in front of me. I can’t go to work feeling nauseous,” Jasmine said, sidling up to us.
Rafferty shifted so that we stood side by side in front of her. “Speaking of work, shouldn’t you be leaving?”
“Ha-ha. I can manage my schedule.”
Rafferty frowned. “But you can’t manage the traffic lights, and you don’t need to lose another job.”
Jasmine’s brown eyes narrowed. “Way to spill my tea.”
I reached out and gave her hand a squeeze. “I don’t judge.”
Jasmine looked at me. “Yeah.” She tipped her head at Rafferty. “Unlike him. Thanks for swimming with me this afternoon. Call me Sunday. I don’t have to work.”
“She’s busy,” Raffery said.
Jasmine shot him a look. “You’re being so extra. You can’t take up all of her time.”
Rafferty arched his brows. “That sounds like a challenge.”
