“Really?” He jumps up and touches the side of my face. “Well, this asshole’s open mouth was just inside of you, Katherine Jenkins.” He stares at me with a wide smirk. “Andthe way you were squirming and screaming makes me think you enjoyed it. Not just a little bit, but a lot.”
“Ohhh, you annoy me so much.” I huff and head to the door. “This is the last time we will discuss this or talk about it—you understand me? I don’t know who you think you are, Jack Heathcliff, but I’m not your plaything. This was a mistake.” I open the door and look back. “And it will never happen again.”
He chuckles slightly, heads over to the door, and leans toward me. “I have a feeling you make the same mistakes twice, Katherine.” He grins. “But don’t worry; I promise not to hold it against you.”
Chapter Six
Not even sugar tastes as sweet as Katherine, though I’m not sure she’d appreciate me telling her that. Not after how quickly she ran out of the room after our little session of fun. I still can’t believe what went down between us, and I’m confident that she’s probably still in shock as well. We went from zero to naked flesh in record time, and every part of my body is still deflated that we didn’t go all the way, though I’m glad that we didn’t. Not when she obviously still doesn’t like me much. Though that certainly doesn’t lessen our sexual attraction and tension.
Dirty rotten bastard. Those are the three words I should call myself for what just went down in Sebastian’s spare room.
I can still taste Katherine on my lips as I see her walking back into the living room, joining everyone else. She’s unable to look at me as I try to make eye contact with her. She’s obviously embarrassed, or annoyed, or absolutely infuriated with me—I’m not sure which. I can tell by the way her body is still slightly trembling that she hasn’t gotten over what just happened. I wonder if she also wishes that we’d had time for more.
I make my way over to her and stop next to her, wanting to relieve any tension that may exist between us.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while,” I say in a pleasant tone.
I try not to laugh as she looks up at me with an unbelieving glance and offers me a wry smile. There’s a light in her eyes that tells me that even though what just happened was absolutely crazy, she still thinks I’m slightly humorous.
“I guess there’s no rest for the wicked,” she says, shrugging slightly.
“But who’s wicked?” I say, glancing at her lips. “You or me?”
“I think we both know the answer to that, Jack.” She says my name in a way that makes my heart pound.
I bite down on my lip and study her face. She has grown up and is even more beautiful than I remember. With age, she’s gained sophistication, a more dignified air, even if she’s also a little bit haughtier. I can forgive her for looking at me like the dog’s dinner; it doesn’t make me feel anything but amused.
“You hungry?” I ask.
“Really?” she says, shaking her head. “You’re really going to ask me that right now?”
“I mean for real food,” I say, chuckling. “Though I’m not going to say I’d be dissatisfied if you were to tell me you were hungry for something else.”
“I’m never going to tell you I’m hungry for something else. In fact, you and I are never going to know—” She pauses as Brielle approaches us.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Brielle asks.
“Nothing,” Katherine says quickly, darting a glance to me.
“Oh, we were just talking about food,” I say, giving her friend a wide smile. “And if we were hungry or not.”
“I’m absolutely starving,” Brielle says, rubbing her stomach. “I could eat a horse. What about you, Katherine? Could you eat a horse?”
“I’m not that hungry,” she says.
“Maybe you could eat, what … a donkey?” I say, winking at her.
Her face goes red, and I can’t stop myself from laughing. The death glare she issues me only makes me laugh more.
“Am I missing something here?” Brielle asks, looking slightly nervous. “Chef’s not making some weird meal out of donkey or horse meat, is she?”
“No, not that I know of,” I say, laughing. “It’s just a joke between Katherine and me.”
“Oh.” Brielle looks at her friend. “Do I know the joke?”
“You don’t know the joke, and you don’t want to know the joke,” Katherine says. “I think Jack was just going to get us some drinks. Weren’t you, Jack?”
“I can do that,” I say. I know when I’ve been dismissed. “But are you?—”
