Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,39

“Or what? Are you going to make me fucking stop? What can you possibly do about it?”

Jake takes in a deep breath. “Don’t test me. I came to talk to you. I don’t like how things are between us.”

Remembering what I came down here for, I pull out an orange juice carton from the fridge and shut the door. “If you don’t like how things are between us, then maybe you should take a look at yourself. You’re the one who keeps making things this—” I can’t get the words out. “This awkward. You had sex with me and then mentioned my mother afterwards. How do you think that made me feel? How do you think it made me feel when you told me how wrong it was and then left me laying there on the bed after we’d just had sex?”

Jake dips his head. “I know, and I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. It’s just … you make me crazy.”

I huff. “I make you crazy. That’s rich.”

He snaps his head up. “Can’t we talk about this like adults?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m done talking all together.” I went to walk past him. “Don’t worry, Jake. Our little indiscretion will be kept quiet. I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Jake grabs my arm. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

I laugh. “You could have fooled me.” I pull my arm away. “Excuse me, but I need my beauty sleep. We’re having company tomorrow, and I need to make sure I look my best.”

Jake narrows his eyes. “For whom?”

I shake my head and slowly walk towards the kitchen door. “That’s none of your business.”

“Like fucking hell, it is.” Jake races behind me, grabbing me from behind, making me drop the orange juice carton. He quickly spins me around and shoves me up against the kitchen wall. Once there, he claims my mouth. It isn’t gentle, but right now, I don’t care. I fucking love it when he’s like this. I never thought being taken so roughly would feel this good, but somehow, I’m putty in his masculine hands.

With his hand gripping tightly in my hair, Jake rips my pajama top open, exposing my breasts. He pulls away, growling when he looks down. I moan aloud, letting him know just how good this feels. Just knowing how turned on I make him makes me feel ten times hotter. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die.

With a dip of his head, he cups my breast in his hand and sucks on my nipple. I moan again as I fist his hair in my hands. “Oh, God,” I cry.

However, this feeling doesn’t last long. As quickly as it started, it’s suddenly finished when Jake breaks away.

He bangs the wall with his fist. “Fuck!” he shouts, before storming out of the kitchen.

What in the ever-loving fuck was that? I’m seriously going to go all alpha female over his arse shortly if he doesn’t stop this shit.

Feeling pissed off more than ever, I grab at my pajama top to hold it together and make my way up the stairs to bed, picking up the carton as I go. I’m suddenly feeling even more pumped up about tomorrow. I need to show him that Ana Sinclair doesn’t take that shit lying down. If he wants a fight on his hands, then he had better be ready for me.

Let the games begin.

10

I’m not sure what time I nodded off in the end, but when I wake up, the sun is once again shining through the window, daring me to get up. I groan, looking at my alarm clock and seeing that it’s after twelve. Bloody hell, I’m getting lazy. I think Jake’s exhausting me more than I realize.

Jumping out of bed, I head straight for the shower. After I get dressed, I decide to pick up my phone to text Jessie.

Me: I’m going to take your advice. Heading to my hair appointment now and will buy my knockout dress. Take care, and have a great time at the wedding. xx

It isn’t long before I hear the dulcet tones of a text message.

Jessie: Great! Remember to knock his socks off, and flirt with every guy in the room. Off to get my hair done now and change into this lemon dress my cousin is making me wear! Have fun. Love u xx

After five minutes of trying to find my car keys, I quickly grab my bag and head out. I walk down the