“Will Sharpe?”
“The very same.”
Jake squints at me. “But he’s a fuckwit.”
Hearing that makes me want to lunge across the table and kiss him with everything I have. I resist and re-examine my nails instead. “Yes, but, as a suspected sex criminal once quipped, ‘The heart wants what it wants.’”
“Christ, Cece…”
“I know,” I sigh. “It turns out some peoplereallyromanticise former classmates even when it’s completely unfounded, and they should probably justlet it the fuck go.”
Jake’s squint sharpens to a glare. “Helping Cece smash Will doesn’t explain why you’re posting softcore.”
“You wish. Ishouldstart an OnlyFans. You’d be my biggest subscriber.”
“If you were in some of the chats I’m in, you’d know that’s not true,” Jake says through clenched teeth.
Interesting. I tuck the intel into my back pocket. “Maybe it’s just fun to be the girl everyone wants for once.”
“I swear to God, Renaldo?—”
“Why are you in so many scumbag chats, anyway?I’mnot in any scumbag chats.Cece’snot in any scumbag chats.Davis?—”
“Don’t you talk to me about him.”
“Oh, we are not doingthat,” I say, my tone sharpening. “I’ve played along with your little interrogation so far, Detective, but just to be crystal clear, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. And that softcore? It’s to promote Stabbies. Afterglow. Whatever.”
The flickering muscle in his jaw is back. “Right.”
“Fucking me one time doesn’t mean we’re together, Jake. Not even close.”
“What about the picture you sent me?”
“That was a freebie from my upcoming paid subscriber account,” I say, pushing my tits together with my biceps. “You’re welcome.”
His gaze flicks from my breasts to my mouth, then back down. He’s fighting to look angry instead of hungry, but he’s already lost that battle.
I pout at him like a good little fuckdoll. “What’s wrong, Jakey? You don’t like my videos?”
“Didn’t say that,” he mutters.
“Nawww. Have you been stroking it to my pics? Tugging your dick while you scroll the Afterglow account?”
“Why do you care?”
“That’s a yes.” I give him my syrupiest smile. “If I go home with you, are you gonna blow the second I get on top again?”
His expression goes downright dangerous. “I’m gonna keep one hand on your throat while I use your pussy to jerk off.”
I clench my thighs under the table and fight to keep my face neutral. “Sorry, mate, no second chances tonight. I have a prior appointment with Thrasher, remember?”
Jake tips his head back, tension rolling from his powerful body like heat off scalding asphalt. “It’s gonna be like that, is it?” he asks the ceiling.
“Probably.”
“Fine.” His gaze returns to mine with a vengeance. “You’ll fuck Thrasher Thompson over my dead body.Anyonefrom school comes near you, I’ll tear them apart.”
My heart stutters, and I clasp my hands over my chest to mask it. “Oh, Jakey, you’re so possessive.”
