“Or worse.”
“Killed?”
“Nah, I can handle myself with that, I’m talking about losing the girl.”
“What girl?”
“The girl I choose to spend my time with. Jealousy and insecurity aren’t a turn on in my book. Girl who can’t see her own beauty and worth, not interested in that. If she can’t see it in herself, she’ll never be able to see it in me. Need someone who isn’t gonna freak out when I show another a little attention, ya know. Besides, if my girl can’t trust me, well, then, I might have chosen the wrong one.”
She drew in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. She had the distinct feeling that was directed at her. Jealousy was ugly. Kenzie stared straight out the window, ignoring Bogs for the remainder of the ride.
Chapter Ten
Kenzie had come out of her room after she heard the door lock. She glanced out the window, hiding behind the curtain to watch Bogs strut down the walkway with his gym bag thrown over his shoulder. She had been hiding out in his spare room since they’d gotten back to his place.
She had overreacted and embarrassed herself. What was she thinking? Since when was she the moral police anyway? Aside from calling the scene all wrong, she had outed herself as a jealous, stupid girl. She had no claim on Bogs. They had sex once. That didn’t screamexclusive.
She crept downstairs and gazed around the living room before walking into the kitchen. She had decided earlier when she was waiting for him to leave that she would cook dinner for them. It would serve as a peace offering. He said himself he didn’t cook, maybe this would make up for her behavior in the truck. She might as well have jumped up on top of his truck and screamed, “I’m an insecure jealous lunatic.”
She opened up the fridge and sighed. She was going to have to get creative. She realized quickly that Bogs wasn’t lying. By the Styrofoam containers in his fridge, he didn’t cook. The take-out restaurants must love him.
She did a search through his cabinets. It wouldn’t be a fancy meal but it would be home cooked. She started around the kitchen and gathered the ingredients she needed.
She lost track of time and was hoping to be done and back upstairs by the time he came back. When the key jingled and the door opened, she cursed.
He was home.
She stood over the stove with her back to the entrance. She stirred the spaghetti. It was unnecessary but it gave her something to do other than face Bogs. Halfway through preparation she wondered if he might refuse to eat it since she acted like such a jealous ungrateful bitch earlier. She had no clue what had gotten into her. She sighed. Yes, she did. Jealousy was an ugly emotion.
“Damn, what smells good?” She glanced over her shoulder to see him wipe the sweat from his forehead. His arms were raised over his head, clutching the doorframe. Sweat beaded around not only his face but through his tight shirt. His gaze travelled her body with a grin. “Like the dress.”
As she quickly found out when she rummaged through her overnight bag, dresses were basically her only option. What was Stone thinking? She had massive amounts of jeans and t-shirts, yet he managed to pack mostly dresses.
“Thanks.”
“You cooking for me?” He grinned and stalked toward her.His stomach flattened against her back and his mouth lowered near her ear. Shivers went up her back. “Mmmm…you smell good, too. Do I get a choice what I eat first?”
Her face heated. She guessed he wasn’t mad at her after all. She bit her lip and stirred the spaghetti sending the water spilling out the side slightly and scorching her arm. She yelped and pushed back against him. His arms wrapped around her pulling her away from the stove.
“Fuck, Kenzie, you okay, baby?” He rushed her to the sink, holding her wrist that had been burned under the coldwater. He was blanketing her and she resisted the urge to smile despite the throbbing arm.
He leaned over inspecting her small raised pink burn. “I think I got burn cream around here.”
“It’s all right, it actually doesn’t hurt that bad.” She slid her hand from the water and patted it dry with the hand towel. She glanced up to see him watching her. His face was hard.
“I’m fine, really.”
“Okay.” He looked around the kitchen then back to her. “I got enough time for a shower before dinner?”
She nodded.
His lips spread in a smile. “Never had a girl cook dinner for me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He winked. “I like it.” He walked out, and she heard him rush up the stairs.
She was his first.
