Page 32 of Last First Kiss
“I can’t remember,” Rocco said irritably.
She reached forward and stroked his hand while Lawrence was turned around speaking to someone else. Rocco immediately pulled his hand away.
What a bitch.
Annie had had enough.
If this had been her real date, what would she have done? Certainly, she wouldn’t have sat back and let another woman take what was hers. And Rocco had specifically hired her over a man because she was capable of pretending to be his. He didn’t want to be seen as a pussy who needed a bodyguard. And sitting back and watching another woman hitting on her man . . . no, that would be her failing at her job.
“You want my dessert, babe? I know how much you love sweet things.” Annie leaned in closer and spooned some dessert and fed it to Rocco, who was caught by surprise but opened his mouth and took the bite nonetheless. Then she slowly wiped some from the corner of his mouth with her fingers. When she moved her hand away, he caught it midair and licked the burnt sugar off of her thumb. “I do love sweet things, Tiger,” he said, and damn they were on dangerous ground. This game was escalating too quickly.
With a huff, Julia turned her attention back to her husband, who was still talking to someone else instead of paying attention to his wife’s blatant inappropriateness.
“Some more?” Rocco asked, motioning to Annie’s spoon.
She looked at Julia, who was no longer paying them any mind, and then shrugged and pushed the dessert to him. “You’re a big boy. You can do it all on your own.”
“I liked it better when you fed it to me.”
“Pfft. Dream on.”
He took two more bites and sat back and put his palm on her thigh under the table.
“If you don’t get your hands off my leg, I’ll shoot your cock off with the gun that is about two inches from your hand,” she whispered, keeping a smile plastered on her face for the benefit of anyone watching them.
He laughed. “Feisty. That’s how I imagine you in bed. Feisty.”
If he only knew.
“You’d never be able to handle me, Monroe. So just let it go.”
“Don’t you know it’s bad to give a man like me a challenge?”
When it came to men, she was absolutely clueless. All she wanted was for her heart to stop pumping so hard, her cheeks to stop feeling warm, and her stomach to stop being full of butterflies when he gave her all his attention, when he looked at her that way, when he was that close to her. “You ready to go home, Tiger?”
It was after midnight, and she’d been up since five, so yes, she was certainly ready to go home. “Whenever you are.”
He pushed his chair back and helped her up and out of the seat.
“Aren’t we going to say good-bye to everyone?”
“Nah, we’ll see everyone in a couple of days. I’m tired and I hate long good-byes. Come on.”
As they walked out, she glanced behind her and saw Julia glaring at them.
“I don’t want to beat a dead horse, but I think there’s something more between you and Julia than you’re letting on. Just tell me, it’s no big deal.”
He stopped her and turned to her. “There’s not. We dated. It was a long, long time ago. She’s been with Lawrence for years. She probably just feels territorial, is all. I think there’s a lot of jealousy going around tonight.”
“Pfft!”
He handed the valet his ticket but didn’t let go of her hand. “She’s jealous of you and you’re jealous of her.”
“And aren’t you a cocky bastard. I’m not jealous. I was just doing what you asked me to do.”
“I don’t remember asking you to feed me crème brûlée. Was that in the contract? I’ll have to review it.”
She rolled her eyes and gave him the middle finger.
