I tap into my growing frustration and step up to him. I poke at his insanely solid chest. “You know what? I’m sick of you misnaming me.” I scoff and fold my arms again. “And to think I used to look up to you. What a fucking disappointment.”
He tenses, his jaw clenching, but instead of clapping back, he just stares at me. Then something dark and angry flashes in his eyes.
Before I can register what’s happening, Jett fists my shirt, yanks me into his condo, and slams me against the wall. He presses his forearm against my throat. Not hard enough to choke me, only to control. I claw at his arm, but fuck, he’s strong.
“What the hell? Get the fuck off!”
His nostrils flare, his mouth pressed into a razor-sharp line, and his eyes pin hard on me. He has no right to be pissed! I’m not the one who’s been a dick since we met. He’s breathing heavily. I’m breathing heavily. We’re having a staredown, and it’s getting on my goddamn nerves.
It’s hard not to focus on his scent filling my nose, or the unfamiliar pressure of a male body against mine.
I shove back against him. “I’m not someone you can just push around,Jared. Let me the fuck go!”
He doesn’t budge even a millimeter. His eyes drop to my mouth, and his arm lessens its hold. “I’m… you’re right. I’m a fucking disappointment.”
My brows shoot to my hairline at his unexpected response and change of course, which is soon followed by regret.
“Jett, I…”
His eyes flicker across my face as he leans back into me, his rock-hard body pressed against mine. He’s broader and denser than I am. “It’s okay,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning over my face. “I am.”
When his eyes meet mine again, they’re watery. Something shifts between us, like electricity crackling in the air. Fire burns in his ebony eyes. I’ve dated enough women to recognize the heated look. Before I can react, it’s gone. It happened so fast, I’m doubting what I saw.
My fingers dig into his forearm as he continues to press it hard against my throat. “No matter what I am, take a look at you,” he grits. “Mr. Perfect. Mr. Every Girl Wants Me. Mr. I’m Always Fucking Happy. Mr.Pretty Boy.”
I try to shove him off again, but he tightens against me. “Hey, I can’t help how I look.”
“I wish you could.”
My jaw drops as more anger is about to explode from me. Right when my heart threatens to punch out of my chest, Jett abruptly lets go and grips my face with his hands. A breath. A flash. A fraction of a second. That’s all it takes before his mouth is on mine.
His hand travels up my neck and into my hair, knocking off my hat. He tilts his head as he deepens the kiss.
I have no idea what the fuck is going on, and my body is just as confused. My cock is reacting to his closeness and his lips. What the hell?
No, I need him to get the fuck off me. With newfound strength, I shove him off and sever our kiss.
Is this just another move to humiliate me?
I slam my hands against his chest to get him to back the fuck up. When he finally gets off, I glare and point at him. “What the hell! You had no fucking right!”
I need to get out of here, but when I turn away, Jett reaches for my arm. I shrug him off and storm out of his condo.
“Wes… wait!”
“Oh, sure!Nowyou get my name right. Asshole,” I yell when I’m halfway down the hall.
The elevator doors open, and I rush inside. Jett quickly heads my way with a look of confusion or guilt, perhaps. I’m too irritated to care. I press the door-close button before he reaches me.
The elevator stops at the eleventh floor, and I make my way toward my condo, desperately trying to ignore the lingering tingles on my lips or how my body responded to him.
“What the fuck was that?” I say out loud as I unlock my door and let it slam behind me.
I reach for my hat to take it off, but it’s gone.Shit.Well, I’m not fucking going back for it. I yank off my T-shirt and toss it in the basket because it smells like him.
I don’t know what fucking game he’s playing at, but I’m not going to bite. I’m not into dudes, so he can forget it.
Before I hit the shower, I sit down at my desk in the living room, open the file drawer, and pull out the book that I’ve had since I was thirteen.
