Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I try like hell to keep Connor at my side as often as possible, but my best friend keeps ditching me to make out with Huck. Considering what I've done with Jareth, I can't even be mad at him for it. I'd ditch myself too if I were in his shoes.
But by the time the third morning rolls around, I am stressed.
Jareth got my phone number from Nadia and started texting me last night. His filthy messages damn near tipped me over the edge.
I'm sleep deprived, horny, and slowly unraveling.
The sad truth is that I want him to follow through on his threat. I want him to chase me and fight me. I want him, anyway I can have him. It doesn't matter that I'm leaving soon. It doesn't matter that I told everyone that I'm dating Connor.
Jareth matters, far more than I'm prepared to deal with.
What is he up to?
My blood pressure spikes when I stumble into the kitchen in search of coffee, only to find him and Connor chatting at the island.
I draw to a stop, glancing between them suspiciously.
Why do they suddenly seem so friendly? Last I checked, Jareth was still being an ass to Connor.
"What are you doing?" I blurt when they both turn to look at me.
Humor dances in Connor's eyes. "Ah, there's my adorable girlfriend," he says. "I guess speaking of the devil does still work."
My eyes narrow further, my gaze shifting between him and Jareth. "Why are you talking about me?"
"Someone woke up cranky this morning," Jareth smirks at me. "Trouble sleeping, princess?"
If superpowers were real, I could murder him with a single look. He knows damn well that I didn't get any sleep last night. And he knows why.
Do you have any idea hard it is to sleep when Jareth Grayson has just told you, in lurid detail, how badly he wants to spread you out and keep you coming until you pass out on his cock? Because, gotta tell you, I know. And it's impossible!
I contemplated unlocking my door just to strangle him, but I wasn't brave enough to try my luck. I already knew that would end with us making that fantasy a reality, and I was just unhinged and sleep-deprived enough to refuse to let him win.
I'm stubborn like that.
The man is hell on my peace of mind. He's hell on my sleep schedule.
Jareth Grayson was sent straight from Satan himself to torment me. And dammit all, but I love every minute of it.
"I slept like a baby," I lie, batting my lashes at him. "Didn't even dream."
He grunts, hiding his scowl behind his coffee cup.
Finally, a point for me in this lopsided match!
"Why are you two talking about me?" I demand, still curious. And worried. God only knows what Connor said. Satan only knows what Jareth said.
"I was just asking your man," Jareth says, emphasizing the words in a way that has me bristling, "if I could steal you away for a while this morning. There's an issue that requires some attention."
"What issue?" I ask, not buying his bullshit for a second.
"Catering," he lies with a straight face. "I had the most delicious dessert the other night, and I need an opinion from someone in the wedding party on whether it should be added to the menu."
Oh, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to do whatever comes after willful murder.
"You should ask Nadia and Teo," I say flatly. "It's their wedding."
"I'm not sure this dessert is to their taste. I'd rather not bother them with it." His eyes actually glitter with self-satisfied humor. "Connor said he didn't mind if I stole you for a taste."
I squeeze my eyes closed, counting to three. It doesn't really help. Especially when I open my eyes again to find Jareth still smirking at me and Connor hiding a smile behind his coffee cup, like he knows damn well what Jareth is talking about.
"We can do it here if you prefer," Jareth says, his tone polite. But I see the challenge in his eyes, and I know precisely what he's threatening to do here. Me. Probably on the freaking island.
"Fine," I growl, giving in gracelessly as I turn for the door. "Just let me get dressed, and we can go."
"Have fun!" Connor calls after me.
I'm killing him, too.
Chapter Nine
Zoya
"You are a jerk," I hiss at Jareth an hour later, dragging him around the side of the restaurant and then pushing him up against the wall. " Steal me for a taste? Are you serious?"
"Worked, didn't it?" he growls, yanking me into his arms. "You're here with me right now, and your boyfriend doesn't have a clue that you're the delicious treat I tasted."
"Why do you keep saying it like that?" I demand, eyes narrowed on him.
"What?"
"Boyfriend. You emphasize it every time you say it."