Why am I acting like this?
I want to rip his head off his shoulders.
I want to pull her away and bark that she’s mine.
“What are you doing back here?” she hisses, face flushed and lips swollen.
God. Fuck. Don’t even look at her mouth!
“Doing my job,” I answer.
“Your job?” the man asks.
Someone knocks on the swinging door. “Sul, break is over. Wrap it up.”
“So is this a common thing for you?” I ask. “Taking some innocent woman back here and fucking her on your break?”
“Innocent?” he chuckles. “There is nothing innocent about the way she was kissing me, mate.”
My fist clenches.
I’m going to lose my mind.
Actually, I’ve already fucking lost it.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted.” He grabs her chin sweetly and rubs his thumb over her lip. “You should probably go first, and take your bodyguard with you.”
Tessa huffs. “Bodyguard! He’s the one who’s going to need a bodyguard after I’m through with him.”
I chuckle darkly, mainly to hide my aggression. “Lead the way,” I say to her.
“I hate you,” she seethes on her way past, that floral perfume pulling me like a dog on a chain.
“I hate you too,” I sneer.
Or do I just hate the fact that Idon’thate her?
I follow closely behind as she weaves through the crowd. Vinny is up ahead on the left, and he eyes her before snapping over to me. One look in my direction and he’s turning away with a scowl.
He’s learned his place.Good.
We step outside, and Tessa immediately wraps her arms around herself from the cool temperature.
I pull my phone out to request an Uber.
“What are you doing? Reporting to my brothers that your job is finished here?” She scoffs and puts her back to me, wrapping her arms tighter around her body.
I shrug out of my jacket. “I called us an Uber, brat.”
I step behind her and place my jacket over her shoulders. She freezes, her spine going ramrod straight, and then she flings it off. The thick black material lands on the pavement in between us.
I keep my chuckle on the inside, but I can’t help but be amused.
“I’m not riding in an Uber with you,” she snarls.
I press my lips together in an attempt not to laugh at her jerky movements as she snatches her phone out of her purse, angrily tapping on the screen to call for her own Uber.
Once she’s finished, she shoves her phone back into her purse and tugs on the hem of her dress. It’s ridden up higher from her little escapade, and just like that, I’m back in the red from the thought.
