Page 57 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
I study his expression while I think this over; I see nothing but sincerity. It would be nice not to sit here alone anymore… “All right, I will have this shot with you, on one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“You have to tell me your name, keep you sweetness comments to yourself and don’t call my boyfriend an asshole.”
“That’s three.”
I roll my eyes, “Fine, then on three conditions.”
He chuckles, “All right, no more sweetness or asshole and the name is Jase.” He picks up his shot glass and holds it up; I grab mine and do the same, “To sweet little southern girls.”
“How about to men with big egos?” I say instead.
“That works too,” he says with a smirk, just before throwing back his shot.
I follow suit but the nasty crap barely makes it down my throat before I’m sputterin’ and coughin’. “Oh my god!” I choke out, “what the hell was that?”
He laughs his ass off at me before leanin’ over and shovin’ the lime between my lips. “Here, suck on this, it will help. Haven’t you ever done tequila before?”
I shake my head; his form is blurry from the tears that leak from my eyes. “That’s the worst thing I have ever tasted. But you’re right, the lime helps.” He continues to laugh and I eventually join in.
Suddenly I feel a dark looming presence over me, one that has awareness tinglin’ in my body, and a little bit of anxiety. I already know it’s Sawyer before I look up. He glares at Jase and me, as if he’s ready to commit murder. Town bicycle bitch stands not far behind him, with a snotty smirk on her face, eager to watch a fight.
“Having fun?” he asks low and dangerously. “Actually we are,” Jase replies arrogantly. Great! I can tell this is going to get ugly. “Sawyer!” I say warningly.
He completely ignores me, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re up to, Crawford, but you better get the fuck away from her before I wipe that fucking smirk off your face with my fist.”
I stand up now, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, “Cut the crap, Sawyer, we were just talkin’.”
“No, Grace, that’s not what you were just fucking doing,” he replies angrily.
Jase grunts, “Chill the fuck out, Evans. She’s right. I just figured I’d come keep her company while you fucking ignored her is all.”
Sawyer starts at Jase, which has Jase rising in a flash, they both shove at each other. Thankfully Sawyer’s friends hold each of them back.
“Sawyer, stop it! You’re bein’ ridiculous!” I say, getting more and more angry by the second. Especially when bicycle bitch puts her hand on his back, as if to try and comfort him. Of course he has no idea since he has two sets of hands already holding him back.
“She’s right, Evans. If anyone should be mad right now it’s her. You’re the one who left her sitting here by herself so you could be a fucking attention whore. Can’t expect someone not to come along and keep her sweet ass company.”
Sawyer goes ballistic fighting against his friends, which has another one joining in to hold him back, “That’s it, asshole, we are going to fucking finish this once and for all.”
“No you’re not! Both of you stop it, right now!”
“Stay the fuck out of this, Grace!” Sawyer shouts, keepin’ his glare on Jase. Okay that’s it!
Turning around, I grab my jacket and purse. “Fine, do what you want, but I’m not standin’ here and watchin’ this shit for another second.” I start to walk away but stop to look back at Jase and his friends I met earlier, “It was nice to meet y’all. Except for you!” I point at town bicycle bitch.
I catch Jase’s amused grin just as I turn back around, “You too, sweetness. Call me,” he yells out at my retreating back. I roll my eyes then hear Sawyer go crazy again, but I don’t stop. I am so done with his arrogant ass. Who does he think he is ignorin’ me then getting all mad because I’m havin’ a conversation with someone.
As soon as I walk outside, the cold frigid air hits my heated face and I take a deep shaky breath. Lookin’ around I pick a direction and start walkin’. I decide I will head to a motel for the night then call Jesse in the morning.
Gosh, what a disaster this is.
“Grace! You get your ass back here right fucking now!” Sawyer shouts behind me.
Ignoring him, I pick up my pace, the sound of my boots on the ground pounds to the same rhythm of my angry heartbeat.
“Jesus fucking christ!” he growls, and before I can register how close his words are to me I’m being lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doin’? Put me down right now, Sawyer Evans!” I shout and squirm to get out of his hold.
I feel a sharp slap on my ass, “Stay still!” he growls.
I gasp, “Did you just spank me?” That’s it! I slap him in the back and fight harder to get away from him. Before I know it he has his truck door open and throws me in. I swipe at my hair that’s a tangled mess around my face then try getting out of the truck. Sawyer pushes me back into my seat and gets in my face. The look in his eyes has a little of my anger bein’ replaced with apprehension. “Do not fuck with me right now,” he says warningly.
I swallow nervously and give in. When he slams my door I throw on my seatbelt and look out my window. Getting in on his side, he slams his door so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t fall off. Then he peels out of the parking spot like a maniac.
“Sawyer, slow down right now! You’re bein’ an idiot!”
“Don’t you fucking tell me I’m being an idiot. What the fuck do you think you were doing back there?”
I stare at him aghast, “You wanna know what I was doin’? I was havin’ a conversation with the only person who would talk to me in the whole damn bar. You act like what we were doin’ was inappropriate, Sawyer, when all we did was talk.”
