My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,41
And you got it bad for the little green-eyed bandit over there.”
“Her eyes are hazel, not green.”
“See … the fact you know that makes me believe even more you’ve got it bad.”
I shake my head at her words then finish my meal. Shandy tells me about her date, amongst other things.
“You leaving?” Shandy asks as Jacinta walks past us again.
She stops briefly. “Yeah, good seeing you both. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Hmm, what did you do to her?” Shandy asks.
“It’s time we get going. Get your shit.”
“But I want dessert,” she whines.
“I’ll give them my card. Order your dessert, but I gotta go.”
“Whatever.” She waves me off as I hurry out of the restaurant. As I exit, I see Jacinta straight away, leaning down and doing up the buttons to her son’s jacket.
I hang back, and when she stands, I slide my hands into my pockets as she turns to face me. “Beckham,” she says.
“Hey, Beckham.” Oliver waves at me and Jacinta gives him a confused look.
“You know Beckham?”
“That’s Winter’s favorite uncle, Mom. Beckham is the coolest.” I smirk at his words. Kid’s got taste.
“Yes, the coolest,” she says sarcastically, then opens her car door so he can get in. “Was there something you needed?” I look down to the closed window and back to her.
“Come back to mine.”
She clutches her purse in her hand tightly. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because I have my son.”
I lean down and knock on the window, and Oliver winds it down.
“Hey, I have a heated pool and an Xbox. You want to come and hang out at my place with Mom?”
His eyes go wide at my words, and he nods his head eagerly.
“That was pure evil,” Jacinta hisses under her breath.
My lips go up in a smirk. “Follow me,” I say as I head to my car.
As I pull out, I check the rear-view mirror, and low and behold, she follows.
Chapter 21
Jacinta
I should have expected something like this. I mean, really, I should have. But as I clutch my purse to my chest, I just can’t. He strides around so casually, grabbing a few towels, then coming back out. Oliver is ecstatic and already down to his shorts, then he jumps into the heated pool. But the smile on his face is well worth the pain I am feeling at being forced to be here.
“Get undressed,” Beckham instructs as he reaches for his own shirt and pulls it over his head, so now he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of shorts.
He looks way too good.
“I have nothing to wear.” He passes me the shirt he was wearing, and I take it. “Now you do. Get in.” He spins and dives straight into the pool.
We are in an apartment building, but he has a rooftop pool all to himself.
Who the fuck has that?
Beckham does, that’s who.
I stand and pull my shirt off—it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before—and slide his shirt on. Then I take off my bra underneath, followed by my skirt. The shirt is long enough that it covers just below my ass. When I finally get into the pool, it’s warm and oh so nice.
Oliver is floating on his back as he tells Beckham all about school.
Beckham listens attentively.
Which surprises me.
He smirks at me from the other side of the pool.
I sit on the step and watch them both.
An asshole with my son.
Yet somehow, Oliver chats to him like he’s his best friend. Tells him all about the video games he’s obsessed with, and Beckham even joins in on the conversation.
“Mom, can we stay the night? I want to play Beckham’s Xbox. I have a PlayStation, and all my friends have an Xbox, so I want to try.” Before I can say no, that we cannot stay at this man’s house who makes me feel things, Beckham speaks for me, and I’m unable to say anything.
“Of course you can stay. I’ll put the Xbox in Winter’s room for you.”
Oliver fist pumps the air before he dives under the water. I turn, glaring at Beckham.
Beckham makes his way over to where I am on the step and sits next to me. “Why do you look so uncomfortable?”
“This is weird,” I tell him under my breath, making sure Oliver can’t hear. Though, he’s too busy diving for toys and then throwing them and diving again to pay us any mind.
“Why? Because I want to fuck you in my bed tonight?” His hand is under the water and comes to rest on my