CHAPTER134
Hypocrite!
I think he’s mad.
Hmmmm, well, if it’s good enough for the gander, or whatever that saying is.
“Well, I work as hard as you do, so maybe I should follow your lead and play hard too. Seems to work wonders for you.” I’m fluttering my lashes innocently as his shoulders tense up. I’m enjoying his reaction a little too much; in a way, it feels like payback. His jaw is tensing, and I notice his ear move as a result.
“I don’t think it would make you happy, Emma, sleeping around, fucking strangers.” There’s definitely an edge to his voice. His frown has deepened, and he’s gripping the arm of his seat a little aggressively.
“You seem happy enough,” I push on, feeling brighter.
See, Jake? Two can play at being assholes.
“We’re nothing alike; I don’t get hung up on the emotions of it.” He’s glaring out of his window now, avoiding me, his voice still laced with anger. He’s trying to keep his cool. I know him too well, and it seems I got to him; the mighty Jake is possessive of his almost-conquest it seems.
“You don’t know that I would. I don’t think I would.” I know only too well that I can’t. I know how I feel when I get close to having intimacy, hence my boyfriends not lasting long. But Jake doesn’t know that. His hand drops onto my thigh, and he squeezes it rather harshly, his nails biting in.
Ouch.
Now that’s gross misconduct and sexual harassment rolled into one, but I grit my teeth and refuse to show it.
“End of conversation, Emma,” he snarks at me darkly, and I can tell he’s raging mad; his eyes have turned the darkest green I’ve ever seen, almost terrifying. Maybe he does care after all.
Is this as close to jealousy as I’ll ever get with him?
“You’re the one who wanted to talk,” I smile sweetly.
“Not anymore. Drink your champagne and shut up.”
I clamp shut at his rude response, inwardly surprised but with a whole lot of satisfaction that I riled him.
Charming! Loss of Carrero charm in one fell swoop. Seems I’ve more power than I realized, huffy and seething.
Well, I feel better at least, a little check on my imaginary clipboard.
One to zero to me, Mr. Casanova, who fucks women like it’s going out of fashion. I guess we were fighting after all, and looks like I won."
