“That I’ve had my fingers inside you?”
My eyes bulge even more. “Jagger?—”
“That I’ve had my cock inside you?”
“Jagger!” I smack his chest and peek over my shoulder. Hopefully, we’re far enough away that no one can eavesdrop on our conversation because that would be really awkward.
“Does it bother you?” Jagger moves closer. His broad shoulders take up so much space, I swear there’s no oxygen in the room left for my brain. “Knowing I know what you feel like? Taste like?”
My cheeks heat even more. “Jagger?—”
“That your little friend knowsIknow what you taste like?” he continues, like I haven’t spoken at all.
Is he serious right now? He can’t say things like this. Not when he’s here with another girl. The man is seriously deranged if he finds this appropriate after showing up at my work with someone else when he was inside me less than eight hours ago.
I shouldn’t care. I’m no one. Not to him. Not to anyone, really, and it’s best I remember that.
“Where is this coming from?” I ask. “We slept together. You sleep with a lot of girls?—”
“And I say when I’m done sleeping with them,” he growls. “And you, Violet Reeves, I’m not done with.”
Unable to help myself, I glance toward his date across the coffee shop, then fold my arms. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.”
He follows my gaze. “You’re making assumptions.”
“That’s rich, considering you just interrupted a very innocent conversation with a very nice—and normal—guy to claim me like a caveman.”
His jaw clenches. “You’ll have to forgive me for having an issue with you giving out your number to random men at work.”
I scoff. “Pretty sure you have no room to talk, since you’ve clearly been collecting numbers—and using them—while we’ve been talking.” I unfold my arms, then cross them again, feeling like an alien in my own skin, I’m so annoyed. “Tell me, how long did you wait before texting her? Were the sheets even cold? And why bring her here?” I ramble. “This is…I mean, I knew you were an ass, but this feels like a new low?—”
“She’s my sister.”
“I mean, how could you—” My words die on my tongue, and I pull back, confused. “What did you say?”
“The girl over there?” He tilts his head toward the booth. “The one you assumed I was on a date with? She’s my little sister.”
My mouth feels like it’s coated in sandpaper as I peek at the woman in question all over again. She’s staring at me. All honey hair and green eyes. Now that he mentions it, I guess I can see the resemblance. Oh my God. I really am a fool. I thought they were on a date? Really? With an awkward wave, she picks up her coffee cup and takes another sip. Clearly, she knows we’re talking about her. And clearly, I look like a crazy person.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
“Yeah.Oh.” His hand slips into the front pocket of my apron and he tugs me closer to him. The heat of his hand manages to seep through my jeans and grazes just left of my pubic bone, leaving me dizzy. How? How does this man do this to me?
“Why’d you sneak out of my bed this morning?” he asks. It isn’t bossy. Simply straightforward.
But even then, I can’t help but want to deflect. “Work. Obviously.”
“I didn’t ask why you’re here. I asked why you snuck out of my bed.”
“Jagger—”
“Answer the question.”
Nostrils flaring, I mutter, “I didn’t want to wake you.”
He shakes his head. “The truth, Little Thief.”
“It is true,” I argue. “You’d already helped me enough, and?—”
