How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,61
Derrick,” Jackson said.
“Looks like you’re the jealous one again,” I said. “Is it the money? Or the fact that he’s so dumb yet he never has to worry about it ever in his life?”
“Maybe it’s the way he stares at your chest,” Jackson said. He curled his lip. “That’s all he cares about. He doesn’t know how to take care of a woman and her body.”
“And you can?” I asked.
Jackson stroked his finger to my chest. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“That’s a good thing,” I said. “That’s part of this. You and I… can’t happen.”
“Says who?” Jackson asked.
“Are you really going down that road?”
“Maybe I’m already there,” he said.
“This is so typical.”
“What is?”
“You only want me because you can’t have me. And because someone else wants me. I was just some useless woman to you, but now you know I have a sex life. You’ve seen someone that I like to sleep with. It has you rattled. You’re flustered, Jackson. You’re-”
Jackson grabbed me by the hips and picked me up.
I grabbed his arms and gasped.
He moved in for a kiss…
… and tossed me to the bed instead.
I stayed there and watched him hover over me.
“Tell me the truth, wife,” he said. “Were you going to sleep with Derrick tonight?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s the truth.”
“You wanted to see what I was doing first, right?”
“Yeah,” I said as I propped myself up on my elbows. “That a problem?”
“You wanted to use me to get what you wanted. Waiting for me to fuck up so you could too. Then you could blame me.”
“You’ve really thought about this, Jackson.”
“I had some time to kill in your apartment,” he said with a grin.
“What did you do in there?” I asked.
“I touched everything. Snooped. You have bras everywhere…”
I sat up. “You’re an asshole. That’s my private…”
“We’re married,” he said. “There is no privacy.”
“Should I go through your stuff?” I asked.
Jackson backed away. “Have at it. I have nothing to hide.”
I stood up from the bed.
Disappointment went through me. I thought for sure Jackson was going to end up on top of me. And inside me.
I blushed a little and looked around his room.
“You know what? It’s not worth it. I’m not going to fall into your trap.”
“I don’t do traps, sweetie,” Jackson said.
“This is all one big trap,” I said. “You think you’re going to control me. Get the bonus. Kick me out of the company. I swear you forget who I am.”
“And who are you?” he asked.
An idea came to me.
I walked to the door and stood in the doorway.
I swallowed hard and reached back and undid the dress.
Gently, I slid it down my arms, exposing my back to him.
From my point of view, I was topless.
I looked down at my breasts.
My nipples were like tiny fingers giving me the thumbs up.
Calm your tits… literally…
I moved the dress down to the small of my back and stopped.
“You’re quiet,” I said.
“I’m observing,” he said.
“You’re not touching or kissing?” I teased.
“Turn around and find out,” he said.
I knew I had him then.
I slowly looked back. “You make a move, Jackson.”
“If I make a move, Callie, this whole thing is going to get fucking intense.”
“And do you think for a second intense scares me?”
Jackson stepped toward me.
Inching closer by the second.
He reached out and touched my shoulders.
All he had to do was look down to get a full view of my breasts.
But he kept his eyes on mine.
I wasn’t sure if he was being sweet and serious or devious and a dickhead.
The moment I felt his grip slightly tighten on my shoulders, I walked forward.
Out of his grip.
Out of his room.
Out of his reach.
I picked my dress back up and reached back to secure it.
That’s when I turned around.
Full clothed again.
I blew him a kiss and left him standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
He looked pissed.
And I mean pissed.
All I could do was smile.
I ran through my apartment after locking the door to get to the bathroom.
I hovered over the sink, staring down into it like I was going to throw up.
Did I have a few too many martinis?
Yes.
But I wasn’t going to puke from that.
It was Jackson.
The moments between us.
They were getting hotter.
More intense each time we crossed paths.
I had done my best to relieve myself on my own. And I was sure he was doing the same.