Page 39 of Whiskey Promises
Jesus. Why does part of me want to find out?
Idon't leave mydoor unlocked for him, and I'm not entirely sure if I'm defying him because I want to see how far he'll go or not. But I do spend the next two days going to great lengths to avoid him, seriously worried he meant it. He knowsthe property like the back of his hand. I don't. I spend half my time looking over my shoulder for him as I race from one wedding-related activity to the next.
I try like hell to keep Connor at my side as often as possible, but my best friend keeps ditching me to make out with Huck. Considering what I've done with Jareth, I can't even be mad at him for it. I'd ditch myself too if I were in his shoes.
But by the time the third morning rolls around, I amstressed.
Jareth got my phone number from Nadia and started texting me last night. His filthy messages damn near tipped me over the edge.
I'm sleep deprived, horny, and slowly unraveling.
The sad truth is that Iwanthim to follow through on his threat. I want him to chase me and fight me. I want him, anyway I can have him. It doesn't matter that I'm leaving soon. It doesn't matter that I told everyone that I'm dating Connor.
Jareth matters, far more than I'm prepared to deal with.
What is he up to?
My blood pressure spikes when I stumble into the kitchen in search of coffee, only to find him and Connor chatting at the island.
I draw to a stop, glancing between them suspiciously.
Why do they suddenly seem so friendly? Last I checked, Jareth was still being an ass to Connor.
"What are you doing?" I blurt when they both turn to look at me.
Humor dances in Connor's eyes. "Ah, there's my adorable girlfriend," he says. "I guess speaking of the devil does still work."
My eyes narrow further, my gaze shifting between him and Jareth. "Why are you talking about me?"
"Someone woke up cranky this morning," Jareth smirks at me. "Trouble sleeping, princess?"
If superpowers were real, I could murder him with a single look. He knows damn well that I didn't get any sleep last night. And he knows why.
Do you have any idea hard it is to sleep when Jareth Grayson has just told you, in lurid detail, how badly he wants to spread you out and keep you coming until you pass out on his cock? Because, gotta tell you,Iknow. And it's impossible!
I contemplated unlocking my door just to strangle him, but I wasn't brave enough to try my luck. I already knew that would end with us making that fantasy a reality, and I was just unhinged and sleep-deprived enough to refuse to let him win.
I'm stubborn like that.
The man is hell on my peace of mind. He's hell on my sleep schedule.
Jareth Grayson was sent straight from Satan himself to torment me. And dammit all, but I love every minute of it.
"I slept like a baby," I lie, batting my lashes at him. "Didn't even dream."
He grunts, hiding his scowl behind his coffee cup.
Finally, a point for me in this lopsided match!
"Why are you two talking about me?" I demand, still curious. And worried. God only knows what Connor said. Satan only knows what Jareth said.
"I was just asking your man," Jareth says, emphasizing the words in a way that has me bristling, "if I could steal you away for a while this morning. There's an issue that requires some attention."
"What issue?" I ask, not buying his bullshit for a second.
"Catering," he lies with a straight face. "I had the most delicious dessert the other night, and I need an opinion from someone in the wedding party on whether it should be added to the menu."
Oh, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to do whatever comes after willful murder.
