against the door, my heart pounding a wild beat.
Shit. How many people had I slept with? I was determined to figure it out before the conversation came up again. When I entered the steaming shower’s spray, I figured I’d count them in order of appearance starting with my first, Ben Taley, a high school senior. I was a sophomore and sixteen. For the next thirty minutes I went through my mind trying to come up with the magic number.
It definitely was not three.
From there I decided I would not be sharing my number with my new hot FBI guy.
Tracks was a crush when we arrived fifteen minutes before my shift. I introduced the security guys to Jonah who later informed me that they were not trained security professionals as much as they were muscular bouncers. This did not amuse him in the least. Therefore, Jonah parked his fine ass on the stool right next to my register so every time I had to ring up a drink, I had smiling dark eyes to drown in.
Until Trey showed, filling in for one of our bartenders. When Trey and I worked, we killed it. He was tall, fit, and good looking. His smile alone melted panties off the girls in droves. Including mine for the better part of a year. He had sandy blond hair, big blue eyes, and rocked the surfer-artist type vibe.
First thing he did was come straight up to me and pull me into his arms, his face going against my neck. I held my arms out to the side and stared horrified at Jonah who was grinding his teeth so hard I worried he wouldn’t have any molars left. I patted Trey’s back lightly and tried to ease out of his hold. This caused him to cup my cheeks.
“Baby girl, I was freaked, man. Word on the street is there’s a killer after my babe. Why didn’t you come to me? I would have kept you safe.”
I tried to push him back while glancing over my shoulder at Jonah who was positively furious if the scowl on his face and his hands in fists were anything to go by.
“Um, you know, I uh…”
“Simone, baby girl.” He wrapped one hand around the back of my head, the other on my ass smashing our bodies together.
The crowd whooped and hollered at the display.
“That’s it,” I heard growled from where Jonah was sitting.
“Trey, back up. We broke up a week ago.”
He pressed us closer and took a bigger, rather vulgar grope of my ass. Not the cute little side cheek grab like Jonah often did but a full on, down the center grope like Jonah did to me this morning only I’d been naked and panting for it then. With Trey in that moment, not so much.
I tried to shove Trey off. “Trey, let go of me.” I wedged my hands against his chest but it didn’t matter because Jonah had already ripped Trey’s hold off my ass and twisted his wrist and arm so fast I spun out of the way as Trey went face down over the bar.
Jonah leaned over Trey and spoke through his teeth. The music pumped loudly around us and our audience had grown to twice the size.
“Keep your filthy fucking hands off my woman,” Jonah bellowed. “Simone is no longer on your radar, got it?” He twisted Trey’s arm up his back a little harder ferreting out another cry of pain from my ex.
I had to get the situation under control and fast or I’d end up jobless anyway.
I pressed my hand to Jonah’s back. “Honey, it’s fine. Trey didn’t know I’d entered into a new relationship nor does he know that my new boyfriend is a testy FBI agent.”
“FBI? What the fuck, Simone. Dude, I didn’t know!” he cried out.
Jonah let Trey up and pushed him down the long skinny row where we worked behind the bar. “Stay at your fucking end and do your job.”
“What are you? Like, her bodyguard?” Trey rubbed at his wrist and up his arm.
“Yeah, something like that. Back the fuck off.”
“Dude, I was with her like a week ago.”
I crossed my arms and stepped in front of Trey. “You were with Melinda a week ago from what I heard. And you were with Sarah the week before that. Trey, we haven’t been in a romantic relationship in at least a month regardless of the actual date you ended things. And let’s not forget, you ended it. In a