Page 56 of Art of Love
Shit, maybe it was one of the neighbors.
“Jia, are you okay?” Came a voice from the other side.
Stephan.
Oh Jesus, no.
What the hell was he doing here again?
I sighed with exasperation and frustration.
Hunter lifted his head and looked toward the door. His shoulders slumped, and he looked well and truly pissed off.
“Wanker,”Hunter cursed.
I jumped off the table and grabbed a long T-shirt.
“Jia, he can still see your tits in that. It’s barely covering you. I don’t want that guy looking at you.” There was a wild, possessive look in his eyes that grabbed my attention.
He was right. I didn’t have a bra on, and I wasn’t the kind of woman who could get away without wearing one and not draw a massive amount of attention to myself.
“Ughh.” I didn’t know what to say.
This was the second time now that this happened, and every time it was the same person who interrupted us.
I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror in the passageway. My skin was glowing. Like glowing beyond belief. Probably from getting the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
Stephan rang the doorbell again.
I opened it, and he smiled when he saw me.
“Hey, you left your purse at my place.”
Shit, I didn’t realize that. Good of him, but God, couldn’t he have given it to me tomorrow? Or messaged to say I’d left it, and then I could decide on whether I needed it tonight.
Stephan’s gaze shifted to over my shoulder, and suspicion dawned in his eyes. He was looking for something.
“Thank you.” He handed the purse to me, then his eyes dropped to my breasts as I moved to take it.
“I guess now that I’m here, we could do something.” He mused, walking straight past me.
I followed him. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Hunter in the living room. Hunter had the don’t-mess-with-me look on his face again, and his eyes were narrowed.
“Oh, didn’t realize you had company.” Stephan looked back to me and looked me over. Me in this long T-shirt that looked like I’d just thrown it on.
“I was just leaving,” Hunter filled in.
“No, you weren’t.” Like hell. I didn’t want him to leave.
He frowned at me. “Yes, I was.”
Hunter looked from me to Stephan and walked out. Leaving me again.
