Page 84 of Duty and Desire
Hell, before I even knew she was an actual ex of Mo’s.
So that was about wanting Mo, Mo not wanting me, being in his presence twenty-four seven, sleeping with him in my room, and me letting off some steam.
Awholelot of steam.
But it had been me that pushed it.
If I’d kept my mouth shut, that whole convo would have been shut down by Mo at the get-go and the whole cheating scenario might not have been outed.
Something not a lot of men took a great deal of pride in (women either).
Rhonda wandered off after telling us to have a good day and thanking us for shopping at King Soopers and Mo stopped in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him.
“Why?” he asked.
“I lost it with Tammy,” I reminded him.
“You did that,” he agreed.
“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
“I don’t know. Been askin’ around about you. Heard your premiere in Denver was havin’ a wet T-shirt catfight with yoursister on the floor of Fortnum’s. Was kinda hopin’ for an encore, though minus the sister, which would suck, but my guess is, you’d have won against Tammy, which would have been awesome.”
He’d asked around about me?
And was he…
Wait.
Was heteasing me?
“It didn’t start as a wet T-shirt fight with Jet. It just ended as one after Mom threw a pitcher of water on us.”
His silver eyes danced and his lips tipped slightly up.
Okay, that urge to orgasm was coming back.
“I was young then. I’m an adult now,” I babbled.
“Totally can tell. You just adulted all over the ethnic food aisle at King Soopers.”
I sure did that.
“It would take a lot to make me get in a catfight now that I’m all mature and, uh…everything,” I told him.
“Lottie, you were two seconds from taking her down by her hair in a real-life GLOW move.”
I totally was.
“Fortunately, Rhonda appeared,” I remarked.
“Depends on how you look at it,” he muttered.
He was.
He was teasing me.
