Page 19 of Crave
“Mes Fleurs première classe?”
“We’ll take it,” Jamison replied.
I looked up with a grin as Brent walked away. “Then you’re going to drink a whole bottle of wine by yourself?”
Jamison focused on my mouth and then wet his bottom lip. I narrowed my eyes at him even more.Goodness, he is a dangerous fire to be playing with. Who am I kidding with that question? Not him.
I had the video ready to go and handed him my phone. “Here you go.” I cleared the frog out of my throat. “Press Play.”
His long, strong fingers brushed the back of my hand as he took my cell phone. “This is a good sign.”
“What’s a good sign?”
“I give your phone back to you, and you give it back to me.”
“Why is that such a good sign?”
“We’re building something here,” he said.
I had no idea what he meant other than that we both had large grins pasted on our faces. After a few seconds, he looked away from me to view the video. I felt released from his spell as I watched him.
I shouldn’t do this. I could do this. I want to do this.
He let out a laugh. “Shit, she does have Bree’s mannerisms,” he said, still watching.
I sniffed. “I know. It’s crazy.”
When he gave me back my phone, I made sure our skin didn’t touch. “She was jealous of you,” he said. “She tried to convince me to fire you from the campaign several times.”
I scoffed. “Spencer would’ve never let that happen.”
“That is true.”
“Plus, not only did she want to bang my brother, but she wanted to bang you too. I actually thought the two of you were getting it on.”
Jamison sneered at me. “Are you fishing, Miss Christmas?”
The smoldering look in his eyes made my heart beat faster. I tilted my head, going with the flow, willingly playing the game of cat and mouse. “Maybe.”
“Never.”
“You’ve never had sex with her?”
He shook his head.
“Have you wanted to have sex with her?”
Again, he shook his head. “She’s not my type.”
I snorted. “Not into banging Agent Tammy Preston?”
“I prefer Helen of Troy.”
“She’s a myth.”
“So is Tammy Preston.”
“Not as far as Bree Lovell is concerned.”
