Page 37 of Pomegranates and Olive

"What? You think I made love to Eve?"

I roll my eyes at his old-fashioned term. "I know you fucked her."

"Do I need to remind you about what Iago said to Othello?"

"It’s a green-eyed monster that makes fun of the victims it devours?"

"Exactly." There was a tone of pity in his voice. "There is no need for you to be jealous of Eve. She runs an extremely profitable online gourmet shop in the US and tonight our operation signed a contract to supply olive oil and pomegranate molasses to them for resale."

It seems I HAVE been bitten by the green-eyed monster.

I can’t dwell on that right now because his nearness made me tingle with delight. All of me. Even the horny bits, which were already hot and heavy over Dream Yilmaz, so now they’re practically nuclear.

Did I have the same effect on him?

I glanced down and... whoop, there it was... the tell-tale bulge of the supposed size 15 ding dong, all the more prominent thanks to his tracksuit pants. "I'm not jealous. Disgusted maybe, but definitely not jealous."

"Shall we just say that she was very satisfied when she left."

He was pushing my buttons and for some wacky reason I think I started to like it.

“You’re disgusting.”

"That seems like an awful lot of anger directed at someone you kissed less than a day ago."

"Oh my God! Believe me, I regret kissing you."

"Really?" He gave me a very sexy half-smile as he ran his fingers through his glorious mane of rich brown hair and I found myself weakening. "I enjoyed it a lot."

"It was a mistake."

He looked a little disappointed at that comment, as though he expected me to swoon and tell him it was the best kiss of my life.

It WAS the best kiss of my life!

"I think you should at least admit it meant something to you."

No, it was the most EXCITING kiss of my life!

"Nope. It meant nothing to me."

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

"It was Romeo and Juliet."

"You know they died right?"

Kiss me.

"What about Jack and Rose then?"

"Are you talking about Titanic? Come on, that door was big enough for both of them. Frankly, I think Rose was a selfish bitch lying there watching poor Jack slip under the water like that."

"You are genuinely the most frustrating woman I've ever met." He moved his face closer to mine. "Can we just both agree that it was a pretty good kiss."

"I will not."

He's right you know. You are bloody frustrating, Olive. And frustrated. Sexually frustrated.

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