Page 32 of Cozen

“To obtain by deception,” Sargon added. “That’s what the word means.”

Cozen nodded. “So I have been told, although all the name has given me is a lot of strange stares when people ask me about it.”

Jett laughed, drawing the attention back to him for the moment. “Interesting.”

“I’m glad you like it, Jett.”

Sargon’s throat felt damn tight for a reason he couldn’t name. This woman carefully chose her words with every single sentence. He didn’t miss it. She offered Jett something the man liked in women—submission. The ability to be the person in control, and above everyone else around him.

“It is a strange name, though,” Jett murmured. “Seems that’s a common theme in my life lately. Meeting people with strange names, I mean.”

Cozen laughed.

It too was a musical sound.

Like wind chimes, really.

“I don’t understand,” Cozen said.

Jett gestured in Sargon’s direction, saying, “His name is Sargon. Sargon Makri. But don’t call him Sarg, as he doesn’t like it.”

Cozen laughed again, and her hand came down to brush against Jett’s shoulder over his suit jacket. Her loose, wavy hair fell over her shoulder and exposed the delicate line of her throat. Her skin looked soft, and sweet.

He bet it would taste just like that, too.

It was in that moment that Sargon finally understood the strange burst of heat radiating through his bloodstream.

Anger.

Possessiveness.

Jealousy.

He was jealous over this woman.

He had no reason to be.

Yet, there he was.

Jealous.

“You’re not hungry, or what?” Jett asked him.

Sargon’s gaze drifted away from the curve of Cozen’s ass just as she disappeared out of the room. “Pardon?”

Jett gestured at his plate. “You’ve barely touched your steak. It’s good food—the best on this side of Manhattan.”

That was debatable, and not a debate Sargon wanted to get in to.

“No, I’m—”

“Distracted by that woman’s backside, I would guess,” Jett interjected.

Sargon swallowed thickly.

He hadn’t even tried to hide it.

“I don’t blame you,” Jett said, raising one brow salaciously with a smile. “I was looking, too.”