“Then let me see it.”
“This was such a bad idea,” I mutter, looking away.
JJ stands there, blocking me from leaving. I’m not nervous though. I know if I really wanted to leave, I could—he’d let me.
“Okay, fine. I’m nervous about it,” I admit.
“Why?” he asks, as if it’s no big deal.
“Because it’s not something I usually wear.”
“Well, we are going to a strip club, so I assumed you’d dress up.”
“It’s just… I don’t know.”
JJ’s eyes darken and he steps even closer. I can feel the warmth of his body and smell the scent that is uniquely his, andit does something to my brain. His eyes are a deeper shade of green than I remember, but the gold flecks seem brighter.
“I’ve seen you naked. You weren’t being shy then.”
“I was drunk.”
He licks his lips. “You’re so hot when you’re shy.”
“Shut up,” I mutter.
“Why?”
“Because you make me want to show you.”
“Good.”
My cheeks are blazing, no doubt as red as a strawberry. And he’s loving every second of it.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I say. He raises a brow. “I’ll show you if you tell me what JJ stands for.”
He huffs a laugh, the sound low and raspy. “No deal. I’ll see this at the club anyway.”
“Not if I keep my jacket on.”
“Then I’ll just tell your friends, andthey’llmake you take it off.”
I gasp. “You wouldn’t.”
“Care to make a bet?”
I huff, wanting to stomp my foot like a child, but the more I drag this out, the worse it’ll be for me later. I may as well just show him. Making a big deal out of it is silly.
“Fine,” I say. “But if I look stupid, you better tell me because I will change. I’m not going there looking like a fool.”
He nods as he steps back, gesturing for me to take my coat off. He’s watching me with so much interest that it only makes me more nervous. But I said I would show him, so I have to show up.
I swallow hard as I reach for the zipper. Did I really think my plan of getting drunk before I took my coat off would work? I’m an idiot. Of course JJ wouldn’t let me get away with that.
I yank the zipper down and shrug my coat off, holding it in one hand. I stare at the ground by his feet, unable to look him in theeye. But then the air in the room shifts and I sneak a glance at him.
JJ’s eyes are wide, lips parted as he takes me in.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his eyes flicking all over me. His breathing gets a little heavier, his chest moving up and down. My gaze instinctively goes downward, and I don’t miss the hard outline of his cock.
