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“How the hell do I remind you of a volcano?” Jameson shifts on the couch, subtly adjusting again. He’s still hard.
“Most people got out when Vesuvius erupted.”
His eyes scan over my body, but I cross one leg over the other like I’m sitting at my study group instead of naked on Jameson’s window seat.
“Okay…?” His voice is slightly flat, a little bored, but there’s curiosity behind it. A fluttery recognition sparks in my chest. He doesn’t want to hear about my weird interests, not really, but my body thinks so. Chemicals have hijacked the system.
“If this seems random, it’s not. I got into a lot of different things when I was younger. In, you know, my spare time. Different obsessions.”
He huffs a laugh. “Like what?”
“Oh, God, a ton of things. The year I first saw Titanic, I couldn’t stop researching. Disasters, mainly. I spent one summer doing a deep dive on Pompeii. People got out because it spewed ashes into the air for, like, eighteen hours before the eruption.”
A small shake of his head. “It wasn’t ashes.”
Jameson looks away, like he didn’t mean to reveal that he’s researched Vesuvius, too.
“No, it was molten rock, but for brevity’s sake…”
“We’re not short on time,” he points out.
“You never know,” I counter, and it happened again—he blinks, his eyes going distant, and it takes a minute for him to re-focus on me. “Anyway, it was spewing all themolten rockinto the air, so lots of people fled, and lived. They only found evidence of about fifteen hundred bodies.”
Jameson’s expression is completely blank, the way it was when I walked out of the bathroom. “I’m spewing ashes into the air, giving you fair warning. Is that the point of this little detour?”
Yes, actually. He’s tense and turned on andtired.
That’s why this is all so strange and over-the-top. Jameson None Of My Business is exhausted. I can’tnotsee it. Those shadows under his eyes. The way he’s not bothering to be playful or scary oranything, now that I’ve done what he told me to do. The way he sits heavily on the couch while pretending he’s not.
A man this tired will eventually fall asleep.
That’s when I can make a break for it.
“I’m trying to make conversation. Maybe you need something else to think about.”
“Oh?”
“You’re pretty sick. You know that, right? All you can think about is justice and sex.”
He laughs, and it’s loud, almost shocking. “That would be so amazing if all I could think about was kidnapping and sex.”
“Then—”
“Thennothing. You’re not done for the night.”
“It’s late.” And none of this has escalated to any kind ofpeak. We’ve only just started. “I’m too—you want me to do that again? I’m too sensitive. It’ll hurt.”
A slow, pleased smile spreads over his face. “Good. That’s exactly what I want for my perfect demon girl. Get back to work.”
11
JAMESON
Lily thinks this game is hot at first.
I think it’s unbearable.
All I want in the entire world is to put her on her knees and come down her throat. That’s an obnoxious thing to want, because we’re not here for my pleasure. If we were, she’d have been on her knees in the driveway.
