Page 105 of Cozen

Fuck.

This was not good for many reasons. She listed those reasons off in her head as she headed down the hall, and took Jett’s embrace. His arms did nothing for her, a lot like the kiss he tried to place to her lips, but she diverted to the corner of her mouth at the last second.

The flash in Jett’s eyes told her the truth—she was right; he was getting tired of this cat and mouse between them. He might have liked it before when she distracted his physical affections toward something else, but not anymore.

He was looking for something.

He wanted it from her.

Soon.

“Are we going out?” Cozen asked.

“I wanted to drop by, actually,” Jett said. He gestured at her door, saying, “Can we go in?”

Not particularly.

He had never been inside her place, and it wasn’t exactly up to spec when it came to visitors. It still had very little furniture, the walls were bare, and Cozen rarely used anything beyond the living room, kitchen, and bathroom.

She had packed her plans away of Jett’s place before going to work that day. She considered that one win to her benefit.

Jett did not look like he was letting this go. “Inside?”

“Yeah, sure,” Cozen murmured.

She glanced down the hall, and her gaze locked with Sargon’s for a brief second as she opened her apartment. Their staring contest—thankfully unnoticed by Jett as he was too busy murmuring something in Cozen’s ear that she wasn’t listening too—was only broken when they slipped into the apartment together.

The second the apartment door closed, Cozen tried to put a bit of distance between herself and Jett. There had never been a time when she was in such tight, closed quarters with him, and at the same time, locked in as to not be able to have a means of escape. He had never done anything to make her feel unsafe, but that didn’t mean anything.

Cozen trusted no one.

She quickly moved further into the apartment, and toward the kitchen. Jett followed close behind which she considered a good thing. Maybe if she kept his attention on where she wanted it to go, he would overlook the emptiness of her place.

“How long have you lived here?” he asked.

Shit.

Nope.

No luck at all.

“A few months,” Cozen said. “Shortly before I started working at the restaurant.”

“It’s very …”

His gaze drifted around.

“Empty, I know.”

“A little, darling, yeah.”

Cozen shrugged. “Work keeps me busy, and by the time I get home, I am way too tired to be worrying about filling this place up with stuff. I’m a bit of a minimalist, anyway.”

All lies.

Jett ate them up, though. “I see. I didn’t mean to just show up. That’s not usually my style.”

Again, he came closer. Again, she was aware of being alone, and unable to get out.