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“I warned you,” he snarls.
“You’re an asshole,” I snarl back and then I turn around and make my way through the crowd, marching out of the club with Jax hot on my heels.
“Lucia,” he calls after me.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I shout as I keep walking straight out of the club and into the cool night air.
“That guy was an asshole,” he snarls as he reaches me. “He had his hands all over your ass in the middle of the fucking club.”
“We were dancing, Jax. That’s what people do when they dance.”
He grabs me by the elbow, stopping me in my tracks and turning me to face him. “That was way more than dancing.”
“Well, maybe I wanted to do more than dance, Jackson,” I hiss at him as I start walking again. I am so over him treating me like a child. “Even my father wouldn’t have embarrassed me like you just did in there.”
He takes deep breaths, his nostrils flaring as he tries to keep his temper in check. It’s not often Jax loses his cool, but when he does—well, we just saw the outcome of his last little temper tantrum. “That’s because your father doesn’t look at you the way I do,” he growls.
I frown at him. “And how exactly is that, Jackson?” I use his full name again, because he and I are no longer friends as far as I’m concerned.
“God help me, Lucia,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You drive me fucking crazy. Now get in the fucking truck.”
I glance behind me to see that we’ve somehow walked to his truck and I hadn’t even noticed. His truck isn’t some old pick up. It’s a Hennessey Goliath with a custom interior, dark tinted windows and sleek black lines. The perfect fit for a cowboy in LA. “I can find my own way home,” I snap.
“Who said I’m taking you home?” he snarls as he opens the door wide.
Something in the tone of his voice makes my internal organs turn to molten lava. I roll my eyes and climb inside, scooting over to the passenger seat until he climbs in beside me and locks the doors.
He turns in his seat and stares at me. “What were you really doing with that jackass, Lucia?” he asks, his tone softer now.
“I was dancing,” I whisper. I don’t have to explain myself to him, but I can’t help being open with him. I always have been. I feel like he can see into my soul.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You would really have gone home with him?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Jesus!” he hisses as he shakes his head.
“What?” I snap. “I’m a grown woman, Jax. If I choose to have sex with a dude I meet in a club, then that’s my business. It’s what people do. You do it often enough.”
He rubs a hand over the stubble across his jaw. “You don’t though. Trawling clubs for action isn’t usually your style.”
Damn, I hate that he knows me so well. “Yeah. Well the guy I’d really like to go home with doesn’t even know I exist.” Crap! Did I just say that out loud?
“He doesn’t?” Jax frowns at me.
I swallow hard as my heart starts pounding in my ears. “Well, he does. But he doesn’t see me that way.”
Jax’s eyes drop to my thighs. They are almost completely exposed thanks to my mini dress which has only hitched up higher now I’m sitting in this truck. He runs his tongue over his lip and I swear my ovaries just exploded.
“You said my father doesn’t look at me the way you do, Jax. How do you look at me?” I ask. I am tired of this back and forth between us. Me trying to forget about him and find someone more attainable, and him being so damn sexy and attentive that he pulls me back in.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Jax, please? Why are you doing this to me? You don’t want me, so why are you bothered what guy I go home with?”
“You think I don’t want you?” he growls and his words vibrate through my body and make a beeline straight to my groin.
“You made that pretty clear,” I snap and then I turn to open the door and climb out of his truck, but he lunges forward, his hand covering mine as he stops me.
