to talk to you, you were running off to dance with some other guy. Letting them put their hands all over you. Is that what you want, a cheap feel on the dance floor? You are so much better than that. You deserve a guy who’s going to treat you with respect. Treat you like a lady.” He looks out the window, and Karen and I glance at each other with mirrored looks of utter confusion.
Straightening her back, and I suspect processing his words fully, Karen twists to him fuming, “What is your f-ing problem Jerrod? Seriously? What’s with the jealousy routine?” Taking a breath, she prepares to lay into him. “You have barely acknowledged my existence for four years. Four years. And now, I get some attention, and you go all crazy on me? Are you f-ing kidding me?”
I can only see the back of her head because she’s turned to him, but damn, her whole finger is wiggling around like nobody’s business. I guess the years of frustration are causing her to spew out every last bit of disappointment she has towards this man.
“Where do you get off?” Karen fumes. “I have waited for you to make a move through two years of high school and two years of college. Waited, Jerrod. And, you never gave me a moment of your time that wasn’t required for class. Not one. You can just…just…oh go screw yourself, Jerrod.” She crosses her arms in a huff and glares at the neck of the cabbie.
Jerrod frowns at her. Circling his arms around her, he envelops her in a kiss that lasts from Sixth Street all the way to Twenty-Sixth Street.
Wow.
Karen does not seem bothered in the least. I exchange curved smiles with the cabbie, tipping him well for having to listen to a shouting match, and close the car door. I feel lonely and a whole lot hornier as I watched those two go at it. I wish Tommy had taken me up on my offer. I tried not to watch but they were so obviously into each other, completely oblivious to everyone else. I couldn’t divert my eyes a hundred percent of the time.
A drink and a warm bath should do the trick. Maybe it’s rabbit time. Sally is out of the room tonight, I can finally have some “me” time.
I stagger as I exit the elevator, searching for my key in the black hole that is my purse. The last martini was a whopper. As I reach the door, I finally fish my key chain out of a side pocket, muttering, “Eureka.”
“Hey, darlin’,” Tommy murmurs in a slow sexy tone.
The sound echoes off the walls and my heart races as the vibrations seem to travel down my spine.
Chapter 11
I turn to see Tommy leaning against the corner wall, looking hotter than any guy has a right to. His blue eyes sparkling, with his mouth crooked in a grin. His denim collar brushes against his ebony curls. His sapphire eyes grow darker, like a midnight sky devoid of stars. Damn him. My eyes drop to see if he’s wearing a belt. The thick leather strap sends a blush to my cheeks. I try not to stare and I end up fidgeting. Stroking his beard, he looks bemused. “Finally find your keys in that big ass purse of yours?”
“I thought you weren’t coming by,” I whisper, trying not to sound completely needy.
“Sally sent me a text telling me to get my ass up here. Said she was going out and you were all alone.” He steps closer to me. His smile brightens enough to get his dimples to come out and play. His low sultry voice growls, “I figured you could have your fill of using me for sex tonight, and in return, I get to spend Saturday showing you Austin and talking to you. I want to get to know you. You.”
My keys jingle, the only sound in the quiet hall. I smile, swaying and struggling to find my dorm key on my massive key ring, the heat etching up my face.
Lifting his thumb up to stroke my lips, his eyes hold mine as he says, “I’m serious, Amber. Saturday is for talking. Tonight can be for fucking your brains out, but tomorrow, I get you, and you talk, real talk, like when we were in the music store. Not the joking around and sarcasm where you blow off my questions. I’m not interested in keeping it casual. I don’t do