Page 130 of Cozen

“Your favorite patron just walked in. He’s asking for you. Get back to work.”

Cozen swallowed hard. “Jett, you mean.”

It wasn’t even a question.

Chase nodded. “Yeah, Jett. He’s—”

“In the private room, I know.”

For a moment, Cozen considered lying about having a migraine just so she could go home. Over the last week, she hadn’t needed to deal with Jett all that much as he seemed to be in the middle of a lot of business and his upcoming party. His dinners at the restaurant were shorter, and he had not taken Cozen out to dinner, a show, or anything else for that matter.

He did still have someone—probably Sargon—watching her every move. She only suspected it was Sargon because she could feel that man’s eyes on her when he was looking at her. No one else made her feel that way.

“Well, hurry it up,” Chase barked.

The exit door swung closed.

Cozen sighed, and pushed off the wall. She fixed her hair by running her fingers through the strands a bit, and put her game face on.

Sure enough, Jett was already looking in the direction of the private dining room’s entrance when Cozen walked in. His gaze scanned her over, and he didn’t even try to hide the way he lingered on her breasts under the tight, black bodycon dress, or the shape of her hips. Inside, she felt disgust. Outside, she kept her smile firmly in place.

“Hey, you,” she said.

Across from Jett at the table, Sargon kept his gaze trained firmly on the phone in his hands. Cozen was grateful.

“Good afternoon to you, darling,” Jett replied.

Cozen came to stand beside Jett, and moved to pull out her pad and pen to scratch down his order. She didn’t get the chance.

Jett pulled her in his lap.

In his lap.

She stiffened at the sudden change, but thankfully, Jett didn’t seem to notice as his hands skimmed her thighs. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, and then used two gentle fingers to move the few strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes out of her face.

Across the table, Sargon finally looked up.

Heat blazed in his gaze.

Hatred swam heavily.

Not for her.

She thought, never for her.

“My apologies,” Jett murmured in her ear, “but I missed you. I’ve been way too busy lately, haven’t I?”

Cozen let out a little laugh, and tried to relax a little more. It was hard to do when the man was touching her, his lips were close enough to kiss her, and another man who tempted her at every step was only a couple of feet away.

“I have to work,” Cozen teased.

“Ah.”

Jett gave a little grunt, and pushed her up from his lap with a slight pat to her backside. Cozen didn’t miss how Sargon’s gaze narrowed at that sight, either. But when Jett looked in the direction of his bodyguard—wasn’t that Sargon’s job for Jett?—the man was looking back down at the phone in his hands again.

“We’ll have lots of time to catch up soon,” Jett told her, smiling cunningly. “The party is coming up—I intend to spend a good portion of my night catching up with you, Cozen.”

She didn’t think he meant that literally. More like he planned on doing something else with her entirely.