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“Because I’m fucking obsessed with you. I’ve dug into your education, your medical records, dental cleanings, you’re due for one, by the way.” I watch for shock to register on her face. “I read the insurance claim from a fender bender you had last month, I saw your online food delivery orders because you don’t want anyone to see you shop or eat, I know how often you get that damn gel manicure, and I’m convincing myself not to kill that doctor who put his fingers into your cunt. The one who gave you a prescription for birth control. Which you haven’t filled yet.”
Shaking her head, she puts down her wine. “Bullshit. You’re just trying to scare me.”
“You should be scared of me.” I grab her hand. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg for me.”
“Sorry to pop your little bubble of fun. I. Am. Not.”
“I popped your cherry so we’re even.”
She wiggles her fingers at me. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice. I got my nails re-done to match the color of your eyes.”
My fucking heart swells, and I’m hit in the chest with waves of emotion I’ve never felt before.
“This, I like,” I admit, keeping my shit together.
God, I love that she marked her body with a piece of me.
“And you didn’t know I had this done, did you? See, I’m not on your radar 24/7.”
I sip the wine and lean in. “I can change that and be all over you 24/7.”
“I don’t need you to change that. I have a vibrator. Oh wait…you broke into my apartment and stole my batteries.”
I sit back. “Any other woman would be throwing that wine in my face and calling the cops.”
“Clearly, I can’t...” She shakes her head. “Not when you’d have me tied to your bed in eight seconds flat.”
My sip is ill-timed and sends my mouthful of wine down the wrong pipe. I gag for a moment before I get out, “You make me sound like a mechanical bull. But I don’t finish in eight seconds.”
“I had the sore vagina to prove that.”
“Why do you sound intrigued by my sexual advances and not disgusted?”
“Because I know how good you are.”
“So, let’s get out of here.” I sit back and exhale.
Those fingers with long nails colored the same as my eyes, glide up and over the curve of the wine glass. “I’m hungry. I’ve ordered food twice tonight, but you haven’t let me eat a bite of it.”
Fuck. That wasn’t a no or go fuck yourself.
The platter comes and starvation has my back sweating, ogling the open face crab empanadas, bruschetta, chorizo-filled dates wrapped in prosciutto, and hand-cut, homemade sweet-potato chips with aioli dip sit in a warm white platter.
Before the waitress leaves, Jillian touches her arm. “Can I get an order of the warm pretzels with the beer cheese, too?”
Fucking Christ, she is so my type.
I make a plate for her, and hand it over, our fingers brushing. “Eat.”
“This is blowing my diet. The pretzels will have to count toward my calories for next week.”
“Fuck your diet. You’re gorgeous.”
She looks up at me. “You really think so?”
“I can’t get you or your curves out of my fucking mind, Jillian.” My eyes move to her plate. “Eat, now.”
She lifts an empanada and brings it to her mouth. Baring teeth that I want on my cock, she takes a bite, and her eyes roll back into her skull.
