Page 45 of Unspoken Confessions
Just as I’d started to feel a little settled, Jen barged into the room. Well, you know, as much as one could feel settled when all this shit was pressing down on them. I was sure he was scratching at the walls to check on me and he’d finally snapped. Honestly, I would have thought he’d come in here a lot sooner. I could only guess that because Jameson was in here, Jen at least knew nothing bad would happen to me.
He pushed the door so it swung shut behind him and he stood there looking at Jameson all comfy on the couch. Then his gaze turned on me and I wasn’t sure I liked the flare of whatever it was that flashed in his eyes.
“This is getting ridiculous,” he said with a huff and a dramatic roll of his eyes. Then he did that hair swoop thing and shook his head. “No, it’s beyond ridiculous.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked him pointedly as I rose to my feet. I wasn’t sure why I felt like I needed to gear up for a fight, but my body was getting in position.
“Look, I’m done standing off to the side and watching you hold back when you clearly want each other,” he said in a snappy tone. “This right here,” he waved his finger in the air between Jameson and me, “is sexual tension to the max. Nick, honey, I hate to tell you, but you’re not doing a great job of hiding the fact that you want to get thoroughly fucked by your bodyguard. And he’s just as bad as you. Like, it’s so obvious, and I’m not just talking about in those pictures.”
My throat closed up and I couldn’t pull in air. No way he’d just said that. No fucking way he’d outed me just like that. How the fuck dare he?
There had to be some kind of unspoken rule about that, right? This wasnotokay.
My eyes shot to Jameson.
Had it registered what Jen had said about me?
Well, I suppose it didn’t matter. Something inside told me he already knew.
Jameson’s expression was cool as ever. He sat there on the white couch looking mildly relaxed and very sexy. But looking harder, I noticed the heavy, tense rise and fall of his chest. He felt something but he was doing his damnedest to control it. His eyes were staring a hole through me and I couldn’t tell if he was holding himself back from me or Jen.
Suddenly, I felt sick.
Because the only reason why Jen would be acting like this is if something had happened. Something between the two of them.
I was so mad I couldn’t think straight.
Images flooded my head, and they weren’t the good kind.
“Did you try to fuck my bodyguard?!” I roared.
I wasn’t jealous. I wasn’t. Icouldn’thave been.
Except, Isoundedvery jealous.
I’d look back on this later and hate myself, I knew it. It was a shitty thing to call Jameson my bodyguard like that was all that he was. Clearly, everyone knew he was so much more. And it was also fucked up that I got mad about it when I had absolutely no right to.
I closed my eyes and tried to take in a calming breath. None of it helped. When I forced my eyes open again, I could feel the flames of anger dancing inside of them.
“Oh, shut it,” Jen said with a flippant wave of his hand in my direction as if to say I was being utterlyridiculous. Fuck, I wanted to rip that word right out of my head and cram it down his throat. “And don’t worry, nothing happened.”
Oh, like that made me feel better.
Nothing happened?
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!
I cut my eyes over to my soon-to-be-ex-assistant-and-friend. I glared hard as if I could burn a hole right through him.
“My point is, I know fucking. I know a repressed male when I see one.” Jen swung his gaze over to Jameson before opening his mouth to speak again. “And I know when someone turns me down because they are so hung up on someone else.”
“Thanks for all of this,” I mumbled and it tasted like something soured in my gut. Even if it might have sounded half-joking, it wasn’t meant to be. I was furious with him for airing my dirty laundry in front of Jameson and maybe even more so about the fact that he’d wanted to touch Jameson. And it sounded as if he’d even tried to.
I flicked my gaze over to Jameson. It was hard to look at him right now. I wasn’t sure why Jen was doing this. Maybe I was too pissed and freaked out to see it.
“Nickie,” Jen said and I looked over to see him punching the air in my direction with his pointer finger. “You’re so far in the closet that you’re fucking sleeping in Narnia. And you,” that finger swung around and jabbed in Jameson’s direction, “won’t let down your guard and open your mouth long enough to let this one know what’s up.”
I could do nothing but blink at Jen.
