I shook my head, attempting to backtrack. “I didn’t mean weird. I meant… I don’t know—not a normal app.”
Jagger arched a brow. His voice held a hint of amusement. “Not normal? Is that supposed to be better?”
I was screwing this all up. But how the hell was I supposed to think with this man so close? He had such a powerful presence that it made me feel unsettled…unmoored. I have no idea what possessed me, but I blurted out, “Does my stepfather know?”
“Know what?”
“About your…proclivities?”
A smile graced his handsome face. “I don’t make a habit of discussing my sex life with the people who work for me.” His eyes dropped to my lips and returned to meet mine with a gleam. “Although, I believeyouwork for me now, so I suppose I can make an exception when warranted.”
An exception? Was he…suggestingwediscuss his sex life? A slight breeze blew, wafting his cologne to my nose.Great, he smells amazing too.
“Look.” I shook my head, attempting to clear it. “I had no idea who you were when I agreed to meet you, and I’m not going to say anything to Edmund, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I wasn’t worried about it.”
“Then why did you follow me to the ladies’ room?”
“I wanted to know who the man you’re with is.”
“Man? You mean Miles?”
He nodded. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“Miles is gay.”
“So just friends then?”
“Well, I’m not a man, so of course. But why do you want to know?”
We stared at each other. I tried to figure out what was going through his head, but he wasn’t an easy man to read.Ignoring my question, he held his hand out and gestured to the door. “You should be getting back. Someone might come looking for you.”
Why was it that everything that came out of this man’s mouth was the last thing I expected? When I didn’t immediately head to the door, he put a hand on my lower back and guided me to walk. Electricity shot through me, and I looked at Jagger to see if he felt the same thing. If he did, he was better at hiding it.
He opened the door, and two steps into the hallway, Miles turned the corner at the other end. The three of us continued to walk until we met in the middle. I stopped, but Jagger kept going, passing without a word. Miles and I both turned and watched as he stopped at the hostess station and then kept right on going out the front door of the restaurant.
My friend turned back to me. “What the hell was that about?”
I shook my head. “I have no damn clue.”
***
Saturday morning, I was already in the living room when Miles walked out. He stretched his hands over his head.
“Morning, cookie.”
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby with visions of sugar-Doms dancing in my head.”
I chuckled and gestured to the kitchen. “There’s coffee in the pot.”
Miles poured his caffeine fix and looked out the window. He grinned. “It’s raining on their wedding day.”
“They say that’s good luck.”
“Only to make the brides with frizzy hair feel better.” He tilted his mug to me. “You want a refill?”
