“Right. You look good tonight, Eve,” Jase said, making zero effort to not stare directly at her cleavage. “Give me a call sometime.” He smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t and walked back to his group while I stared daggers at his back.
I relaxed on the couch and pulled Eve down close to me.
“Prick,” Eve muttered.
“Me?”
She shook her head, nodding toward Captain Douche.
“Did you date him?”
“Not exactly.” She rolled her lips
I nodded, grinding my teeth. I could read between the lines.
She’d fucked him.
And suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to go punch that stupid smirk right off his face.
“He was an asshole. I glitter bombed his apartment. From the looks of it, he still hasn’t gotten it all out.” Her lips twitched in amusement.
“I don’t think he got the hint that you’re not interested,” I muttered.
Her lips quirked into a grin. “Are you jealous?” she asked.
I shrugged, trying to play it off. The idea of her in bed with anyone but me left a sour taste in my mouth, and she saw through my thinly veiled irritation.
“Don’t worry, O’Connor, I won’t be calling him. He came in like 60 seconds and was out my door 30 seconds after that.”
The stiffness in my shoulders relaxed, and I sank deeper into the couch, my arm draped over the back.
“So, what you’re saying is he ejaculated,” I looked at her expectantly, “and then evacuated?”
She snorted a laugh, making her drink go up her nose. “Oh my God. It burns!” she whimpered, holding her hand over her nose as she shook with laughter.
“He blew his load, then hit the road?” I asked, egging her on, chuckling as her eyes watered.
“He shot his shit, then fucking split?”
“Stop it!” She was giggling uncontrollably, and her laughter was contagious. Her cheeks were red and tears were streaming down her face.
As lights illuminated the stage, and the houselights went dark, some people shushed us. Music played as the black curtains opened, and we settled in to watch the show.
There were a wide variety of acts, from fan and hoop dancers to belly dancers, balancing ornate candelabras on their heads to the woman who spun the fire tassels on her nipples.
Eve was enraptured by the performances, but she was the only one who held my attention. My eyes stayed on her as she watched the show, perched on the couch next to me. She smiled and laughed along with the audience.
She noticed me watching her and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You’re watching the wrong thing,” she teased. “There’s a woman up there swinging fiery tassels from her nipples.”
I tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I’m watching exactly what I want to be watching,” I said. “You’re the most captivating woman in this room.”
Eve’s lips parted in surprise, and she looked at me like she wanted to believe my words, but wasn’t sure that she should. She didn’t trust me yet, but she would. I’d make sure of it. Because I meant every word I’d said to her.
Someone Should Have Put An Out-Of-Order Sign On My Vaj
Eve
Benhadmesplayedon my bed within seconds once we got back to my place. And as much as I wanted him—and God, I wanted him—I couldn’t get what he’d said out of my head. My heart urged me to believe him, but my head didn’t trust his pretty words and charm.
