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Bradley could do or say anything he wanted, but at the end of the day, she came home with him.
After hearing those things, letting them sink in, his frustration simmered down. Thank goodness, too. The sex had been amazing. It might’ve never happened if he hadn’t gotten his head out of his ass.
And the shower…oh, boy. Things had heated up quickly without even the water getting hot right away.
“So, what is this masterpiece you’re cooking for me? I see some of the ingredients, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet.”
He cocked a brow as he grinned deviously at her across the counter sitting on one of the barstools. Just looking at her got his cock jumping to attention. He wouldn’t be opposed for her to keep on persuading him to tell her. But he wouldn’t because he was starving. He imagined so was she. They hadn’t eaten since lunch and it was almost nine o’clock.
“Well, nothing too fancy. Another day, when we have more time, I’ll pull out the big guns and surprise you. This is what I call baked penne. More or less, a fancy Hamburger Helper kind of meal.”
He continued to slice the onion he planned to add to the hamburger meat into tiny pieces, enjoying this moment with her. The two of them hanging out together, like they were a real couple. Him cooking, her relaxing, sipping on a glass of wine.
It was nice.
It was something he wanted to keep in his life forever.
“I can help. What can I do?”
“Keep your pretty tush in that seat.” He gave her another wicked wink.
“Okay, twist my arm,” she replied with laughter.
Silence filled the room, yet it wasn’t an icky, awkward kind until she spoke again.
“I know I shouldn’t keep prying, but…”
He looked up to see her lick her bottom lip, letting him know she was nervous to keep going.
“I don’t want you to be nervous to talk to me—ever. You can say anything. It’s healthy to talk shit through.”
Not that he was an expert at it, but he knew—especially with the terrible relationship his mom and dad had—that talking things through would’ve helped. Maybe if his parents had, they wouldn’t have lived in such sadness.
“Well, when you put it that way.” She giggled. The sound made him smile and he did exactly what he meant to do, make her less nervous.
“Where did you go today? I can tell something’s bothering you.”
He set the knife down, turned to the oven, and pushed the onions off the cutting board and into the pan. Before turning on the burner to fry the meat, he shifted his attention back toward her.
“I visited my brother. It didn’t go well.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?”
He looked away, not sure where to begin or if he even should.
“There’s nothing going on with me and Bradley. He did…” She cleared her throat, although the tentative sound didn’t gain his attention as much as her abrupt change of conversation did. “He held my hand for a bit at the art gallery. It bothered me and I didn’t know how to pull away. I sort of see you what you’re seeing now and I don’t know what to do about it.”
He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. He hated they had a barrier between them, and not just the counter. But an invisible one where he didn’t have her heart. He wanted it so badly. Yet, by her words, Bradley could have a part of it as well. What did she mean she didn’t know what to do about it?
She must’ve realized what she said because her eyes bulged and she reached across the counter and grabbed his forearm.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Brick. I know what I want. It’s not Bradley. I just meant I don’t want to be rude to him.”
She knew what she wanted, huh? Him, hopefully. Yet, she didn’t elaborate on that part.
“I won’t let him tear us apart.”
This time, unlike the last time he said something similar, he didn’t sound as angry. Because now he knew Jezebelle saw what he saw concerning Bradley. He felt safer knowing that. He wouldn’t lie, he had been a touch nervous that rich asshole could steal her away from him.
