Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“How?” I asked. “You need two hands to ride, don’t you? How were you careful?”
Jamie slid his hand along my back and settled it on my hip, stared down at me, and held the plate next to my shoulder while explaining, “Just was. Rode one-handed before. I knew what I was doing. And before you give me any more shit, know if I thought I was riskin’ dropping this thing, I would’ve pulled over, dialed up Sunshine, and gotten her to come help me out. Okay?”
“I don’t like you risking something of mine that’s precious,” I replied. “I don’t trust you, Jamie.”
“No? Could’ve fooled me. I thought we were tight.”
I scowled. Then I shifted my scowl between the plate and his face, asking, “Are you gonna hand that over or do I need to beg?”
Jamie’s eyes brightened and his dimples popped out. “Begging already?” he teased. “That was quick. I thought for sure I’d be workin’ you up a little before you gave it up, Legs.” He slowly shook his head. “Gotta say, you made this too easy. I’m a little disappointed.”
I felt his fingers tense on my side, then realizing he was still touching me and remembering what touching led to yesterday, I quickly stepped back and held my hands out, palms up and expecting.
Jamie breathed a laugh, looking between my hands and my face, then he lifted the plate and inhaled, keeping his gaze on me and smiling through it.
“Fuckin’ starved for this. Smelled it the whole ride here. Come on.”
With wide eyes I watched him walk past me and head for the couch.
My couch. In my house.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I called out, trailing behind him.
He tossed a pillow out of the way and sat down on the far end. After setting the pie on the coffee table, he gripped the bottom of the dark oak and pulled it closer until the table was almost touching his knees.
“Sit down. Eat with me,” Jamie ordered, rubbing his hands together and hovering over the plate after pulling back the Saran Wrap. He tipped his chin at my bowl of noodles. “See I interrupted you, so don’t give me shit about not bein’ hungry. I know you are. Come on.”
I stopped beside the couch and stuck my hands on my hips. “What makes you think I want to eat with you? I don’t even want you in my house.”
“Too bad.”
“Excuse me?” I bent a little at the waist. “Too bad? Are you crazy? I could call the cops, you know? You’re trespassing. This is private property.”
Jamie laughed under his breath. He turned his head to look at me.
“You reach for that phone and I’m gonna give you a repeat of yesterday, which I don’t mind doing, babe, considering what your fuckin’ mouth tasted like, so go ahead,” he warned, letting his gaze settle on the cleavage popping out of my dress, which I realized I was openly displaying for him since I was bending for emphasis.
Shit.
I quickly straightened up. “You can’t threaten me like that,” I informed him.
His eyes took their time reaching my face, and when they did, they were burning.
“Think I just did,” he stated. He cocked his head. “Now, you callin’ or what?”
I quickly realized I was in a bind, and under no circumstances did I want or need a repeat of yesterday, except for maybe the part where I tapped Jamie with my car. That I wouldn’t mind doing daily.
But the other stuff, which led to me making bedroom noises? No. No way. That was never happening again.
Huffing out a breath, I shook my head.
Jamie smirked, then looked back down at the plate he was hovering over and fished out a precut slice with his hand.
“Normal people use forks,” I commented, not at all sounding rude, in my opinion, but simply pointing out the facts.
“Good for them,” he shot back, sounding every bit of rude. Bastard. He glanced over at me before taking a taste. “You gonna stand there and watch me eat or are you gonna sit?” he asked. “’Cause you can do either one, Legs, but I ain’t goin’ anywhere until I enjoy this pie, and you ain’t rushin’ me.”
“I don’t want you here.”
“And I already cleared up my views on that when I said too bad,” he reminded me. “Warned you already, so I don’t know why you’re actin’ all surprised about this.”
“Warned me about what?” I asked, stepping closer.
Jamie exhaled exhaustively as if this conversation was a chore for him, please, sat his elbows on his knees, and held the slice above the plate in case of drippings, which I appreciated but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Then he looked me in the eyes and went on to explain, “Said you’d be seeing a lot of me while we both wait for you to cave and come beggin’ for my dick, and that’s what’s goin’ on here, babe. You’re seeing a lot of me. Got your address from Sunshine, which I’m guessin’ you figured out by now, meanin’ I don’t gotta limit my exposure to the shifts you work at Whitecaps. Anytime I feel like seein’ you, I’m gonna see you.”