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Chapter TWENTY ONE
Jared
She looks hotter than a burning desert as she sashays down the stairs to join the party. My cock actually stirs up like a school boy watching her legs take each step, her thighs softly rubbing together at the hem of the short dress I bought her.
“Jared, you didn't answer me. Are you evading the issue?” The woman Mellie brought over the second I came through the front door, an obvious set up, curls her fingers around my forearm like she already has dibs.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” I say, no clue what she's been talking about.
All my thoughts directed to where the hell Carina is and now that she's here, how can I get up close to her. I need to touch her and inhale her sweetness. Standing across the room with these polite stiffs is not my idea of a good time, not when all I want is her in my arms.
Coming here was a huge mistake. Having to scuttle around like we're a dirty secret isn’t fun and she's driving me into a delirium bordering on insanity. First by wearing that provocative little dress and looking good enough to hold in my mouth like the most delicious fine wine.
Second by glaring at me like I stomped on her heart and walking straight to the other side of the room in her sexy confident wiggle. Where she's remained for the last half hour, purposely attempting to avoid my gaze. Mostly failing but every time our eyes meet, she gets a tough little pout on.
“Excuse me, I need a refill,” I extricate myself from under the woman's eagle claws.
I know she wants me to offer to bring her one too, but I resist. I need to focus entirely on my darling girl. She sees me on the move from the corner of her eye and laughs, too obviously false, at something the kid she's talking to says to her. A quick image of my fist in his face goes a little way to satisfy the rage in my blood.
He'd better not touch her again. One finger on her arm like that a second time and I'll be over there to deck him. No one knows she's mine and she's doing everything in her power to pretend the opposite. First I thought she was giving me a little testing game. Or maybe teasing me to ramp up my desire for her, which is already off the charts and threatening to detonate. The demon little minx sure knows how to make a man crazy.
But fuck, now I'm closer to her, I detect the tiniest hint of puffiness around her eyes. Like she just woke up, except her normally bright eyes have lost their shine. No one but me would notice this because I've been the only one privileged to have that glossy round gaze directed only at me the last few days. Mr Preppy is lucky he's not on the receiving end of her starry stare or there would be bruises before bedtime.
Yet another woman comes up to the bar and brushes against me too close. For like the third time. What is it with these women? Can't they see I'm taken? Or don’t they give a damn? I feel like a filet steak hung out to dry at the tiger's petting zoo.
Perhaps it's a good thing no one notices how I can't take my eyes off Carina. She's become an obsession I can't get out from under my skin. I want to touch her and look at her constantly, inhale her soft fresh aroma and listen to her sweetly moaning. From the first moment I slid into her tight little pussy she's owned all of me.
“Give me a scotch, please,” I tell the kid hired to work the bar table.
I'm in a torment of indecision. A state I'm not accustomed to, but this is a unique situation. Every cell in my body is walking right across to her to take her in my arms and ask her what's upset her. Why she's been crying and why she continues to glare at me with unspoken anger mixed up with betrayal.
Is this about the 'promise me you won't run out' stuff? If she wants me to get on my knees and swear never-ending devotion, I'm ready. Except she's made it clear that she doesn't want anyone to know about us and I want to respect her wishes. Even if they are fucking dichotomous and crazy-making confusing.
From across the room, Todd, her father, catches my eye and his jaw sets.
“You know, I don't usually get so forward but I wondered if you'd like to have a drink this week,” a skinny blond sidles in beside me.
“Yoo, hoo, earth to Jared,” she whines, not receiving my attention.
Damn, we must have already been introduced. Another of Mellie's set ups.
“What, yeah, sure,” I say, once again no clue what she wants, just hoping she'll go away.
Carina's watching me and her lips purse, making her jaw flex. Must run in the family.
“Well, that's just awesome,” the blond says, brushing her fingers through my hair like she's fixing an out of place lick.
Suddenly Carina hurtles out from the group of kids she's hanging with, shaking off the dude and running up the stairs. The room is so crowded now, I doubt anyone but me notices.
“Excuse me,' I pull away from the scrawny woman. “I need to find the washroom.”
“It's right by the main entrance,” she tells me. “I could show you,” she adds with a provocative little twinkle. Geez.
“I think I'll use the one upstairs,” I reply, shaking off her talons.
I leave her muttering something about en-suites and follow Carina's trail up the stairs. I don’t give a shit who sees me or what Todd's got to say about me wandering around his home to find his youngest daughter. All I need is to talk to Carina.
I peak into the cracked open doors to the bedrooms and family rooms until I come to a firmly closed door I know my darling girl is hiding out behind. I don't even bother to knock or wait for an invitation inside. This is getting fixed right now, whatever it takes. I need to see her smiling, happy and adoring again.
