Page 91 of Cozen

“Then, we will definitely have to do that,” Jett replied.

Cozen was entirely unsurprised to find it was Sargon waiting outside by a black town car. Smoke puffed from the tailpipe. It told her that the car had been running for some time.

“Sorry,” she said as he eyed her, “I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“I have been waiting all night.”

“Excuse me?”

The edge of his mouth lifted into a half-sneer, but he simply shook his head before nodding toward the car. “Come on, and I will take you home.”

She wasted no time climbing into the front seat—though she probably should have taken the back—when Sargon opened the door for her. He gave her a lingering look, and his gaze traveled over her body before he closed the door.

She had felt it, though.

The way his gaze sunk into her.

Searched her.

Jesus.

It was only once they were on the road with the mansion far behind them before he spoke again. He never took his eyes away from the road as he talked.

“You’re lucky it is me to drive you home tonight,” he said.

“Why is that?”

“A few hours ago, I would have been over the limit to drive.”

Cozen frowned. “You were drinking?”

“Whiskey. It makes everything better.”

“Does it?”

“Not tonight,” he muttered heavily. “I wasn’t drunk—a little buzzed. I took a nap in the backseat of the car, and woke up fine. Shouldn’t be drinking on the job, anyway.”

She eyed him from the side. “Was it because of me?”

Somehow, she just knew …

Sargon cleared his throat. “I don’t like watching you with him, Cozen. I don’t like the way you smile for him—I know it’s fake, but I don’t know why. I don’t like it when he touches you, or how he shows you off. I hate that you let him do those things, and you keep the act up all the while. I hate all of it.”

“I have let you do far more to me,” she murmured.

Finally, he looked over at her. Those dark eyes of his bore into hers, and pinned her in place. Just like that, her heart picked up, and her breaths came faster. She felt a shiver race over her skin, and it left her feeling warm and beautiful.

All it took was a look.

From him.

“Have I?” he asked, going back to the road.

“What?”

“Done more to you than he has?”

Cozen bit the inside of her cheek. “What are you asking?”