for this. “That doesn’t mean your reason for liking me isn’t so you can see what’s under my clothes.”
“In all fairness, I already saw you naked, but I did like what I saw and there’s a good chance I’d like to see it again, but it’s because I like—you know what? No, forget this shit. You’re hot as hell, Sasha. I like the way you laugh, even though it’s a rare occasion when I hear it. I like the way you smile, even though that also doesn’t happen often enough. I like the fight you put up to protect yourself, and I like your stubbornness that lands you on the side of a road near a tornado.”
“You mean stupidity,” I mumble.
“Yeah, that too. That was pretty fucking dumb.”
I break my glare at him and look down at my fidgeting fingers. I was dumb and stupid for thinking I’d be okay with a busted tire. If Jags hadn’t come to get me, I would have been in a lot of trouble. Why is this man confusing me so badly? He’s so blunt about what he wants and likes, and yet I can’t make up my mind about what I feel for him. Yeah, he’s hot, and he’s funny. He’s also a manwhore, former or not; he slept around to cure boredom. “I know.”
“You know what you need to do?” Jags says suggestively.
“What?”
“You need to go pick up a random stud at a bar and have him fuck your brains out. It’ll make you feel better. Once you live through that, you’ll understand why I’ve lived the way I lived. You’ll also realize that even though you’ve screwed some random loser, you’ll still like me because you’ll realize I care about you and I’ve been doing my damnedest to make you laugh and smile…not to mention, you were willing to jerk me off in a dark bathroom when all you wanted was some toilet paper,” he says, ending his argument with a wink.
I’m pretty sure the wind has been sucked from my lungs when I realize what he just suggested. “You want me to go pick up a random guy at a bar…”
“Yes. You need to live a little.” How could he tell me he likes me and then insist that I go give myself to some man? “I’ll tell Cali to take you out some night this week. That girl needs a night out too. I’ll watch Tyler for her.”
“You’re out of your mind,” I tell him. “I can live a little without going to bed with a man I don’t know.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he says. “Maybe you don’t have it in you. There’s nothing wrong with that—living life in the slow lane. You’ll get to see a lot more and watch everything zoom by you. I guess that’s a plus.”
Who is he to say I don’t have it in me? Anger is searing through my body, and maybe a little resentment too. “I’m not living in the slow lane. I did just sit on the side of the road in a deadly storm, so…”
“Well, I mean…I don’t know, Sasha. It kind of seems like you are. And if I’m not mistaken, you called for help. You’re also alive and well and probably getting a new car out of it, so I’d say you’re okay.”
I’m tired of him taunting me. I’m not living in the slow lane. Or if I was, I’m done now. He doesn’t think I’ll actually go through with his little ploy to get under my skin. Well, I can play his game
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JAGS
“I DON’T FEEL right going out tonight while Tango’s still in the hospital,” Cali tells me. He was supposed to get out two days ago, but one of his incision sites got infected so they made him stay put for another few days. “Plus…I thought you had a thing for Sasha? Why are you telling me to go get her laid?” Cali gives me her signature questioning look and plops down on the couch next to me. “I mean, it’s been sort of noticeable that the two of you haven’t said much to each other over the past couple of days.” We haven’t said a word to each other, actually. She’s pissed at me for suggesting she go screw someone. I get it, but she’ll thank me later. I think.
“I already asked Tango if he cared about you taking Sasha out. He said no, so I wouldn’t worry about that. Second, it’s a part