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“Okay,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender, dropping against the backrest. “Way to take a compliment.”
“Thank you.”
“Most guys like knowing they’re good in the sack.”
“We weren’t in the sack.”
“And the difference matters in this context?” No, it didn’t. “You don’t want Ford to know, I get it.” He picked up his coffee to drink some. “Plenty of guys are afraid of my brother.”
He gulped once more, then paused and lowered the cup. “What?”
“I’m saying it’s okay to be afraid of him. My brother can be a scary guy when he’s mad. I’m not afraid of him myself, bu—”
“I’m not afraid of Ford.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
“Why would I be afraid of him?”
“Because he’s big… and strong… and, you know, doesn’t like men who play with my feelings.”
“I didn’t play with your feelings. When the hell did feelings get into the equation?”
“You’d rather I said ‘men who play with my pussy’?”
A beat passed. “Let’s stick with feelings.”
Her lips curled. Being there, with him… It wasn’t odd or awkward, didn’t feel like their first time choosing to be in each other’s company. Jagg had been in her life for… as long as she could remember. He’d just always been… there.
Their time near each other usually revolved around her brother or father, or some city event or location. This was different. Just them. In the night. It felt… right.
“Is this where you bring all your women for a first date?”
“All my women? This isn’t a date.”
“Good, because any guy who brought me here on a first date would not get a second.”
“‘Cause you’re a high-class chick, baby.”
“The guy on the Hustle door said that too,” she said. “Is that an insult? It’s not like I’m dripping in diamonds.”
“It’s not about money. It’s the way you carry yourself, Genny. With class.”
Glancing down, she made a point of looking at him and at her cleavage again. “My chest is hanging out.”
“Which is okay with guys. High-class or hooker. Always okay.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“What’s wrong with this place anyway?” he asked, bobbing his chin toward the room, though his eyes stayed on her. “Prefer surf and turf?”
“No.” The dark eyes, the rough voice, Jagg was a glimpse into every society. A slice of life. “Like you said, it’s not about money. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable here with a guy on a first date.”
“Why not?”
“Chances are, I won’t know him well if we’re just going out,” she said. “It’s creepy around here. Shadowy. There’s a bridge over us. I don’t know the area. If a guy brought me here, it would send a message.”
“What message?”
