Page 77 of Art of Love
“You’re mine, Jia, and I would never cheat on you either, because I’m yours.”
I meant that. Those words came straight from my soul.
Chapter 19
Jia
Concentrate, concentrate.
Concentrate...
Easier said than done. Especially when Hunter kept doing that thing with his arm that made the vein across the muscle bulge.
And did he have to smell so good?
Like fresh pine and that Chanel aftershave I liked.
He kept rewinding the recording and pointing that damn remote at the TV screen. It was getting me seriously worked up. Turned on and worked up like a person who’d gone without sex for years. Except I was with him only this morning.
I wasn’t sure when it was I swapped being the level-headed woman I used to be to being Hunter Kane obsessed.
We sat side by side on his sofa trying to focus on the exhibition. This was the third time we were watching it, and I seriously didn’t know what the hell we were supposed to be looking for.
If this was some sort of trap of riddles, John definitely had us tangled up.
On the scene was thePieces of Purpleexhibition. Beautiful as it was, I saw nothing that would give me the answer to the year of reckoning for him, and nothing that gave a hint as to the worst thing that happened to him either.
Nothing in the exhibition gave away any answers, and I knew that if neither of us got the answer, neither of us would have a shot at the job.
Maybe that was what it was. Maybe we weren’t supposed to figure it out.
I turned my head and looked at Hunter as he pushed his hair behind his ear.
I wished he would just take me now on this sofa, like last night. It was hot. We’d stayed here for hours indulging on each other.
He glanced at me and looked back to the screen, then back at me and smirked.
