Page 79 of Dirty Like Me
I wanted to fuck Katie Bloom.
Instead I’d just snooped through her sketchbook, which she’d left out and had obviously been sketching in. While I took my shower. Alone. With the image of Katie laughing in my head… standing there at the bar talking to some stranger with a dumbass mohawk and smiling like I hadn’t seen her smile in my direction in days.
Fuck.
If anyone could’ve seen it.
Rock star Jesse Mayes jerks off in the shower, again, because he promised a chick he’s not even sleeping with that he wouldn’t fuck anyone else.
Fucking idiot.
“That’s my sketchbook,” Katie said, still staring at me.
I flicked my chin at the dude on the page. “That guy know you’re my girlfriend?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. She was getting mad, I was pretty sure, which only made me fucking madder. “I’m not your girlfriend,” she said.
“Wrong answer.” I stalked over to her and got close, looking her in the eye. She looked annoyed, and worse, fucking concerned, like she was worried I’d trip in my drunk-ass state and break my head open. “The deal is you’re fuckingminefor the next four weeks. That means your ass belongs tome. That means you don’t flirt with dudes in bars when my back is turned.”
She looked taken aback, and worst thing yet: hurt.
“You’re drunk, Jesse. Let’s talk in the morning.”
“Is this about me walking in on you getting busy with your little pink friend?”
She blinked at me, looking embarrassed all over again. “What the hell does this have to do withthat?”
“That’s what I’m asking. You’ve barely smiled at me since.”
“Well, I’msorrythat I haven’t smiled at you enough. I didn’t know there was a daily quota I was supposed to hit.”
“So are you pissed because we didn’t fuck, or because we almost fucked?”
“What?”
“You told me to stop. What did you want me to do, keep going?”
“No,” she huffed, but that looked like one hell of a lie.
“Well, something’s been bothering you. You ever gonna tell me what it is?” I leaned closer, until my nose almost bumped hers. “Or is it because you were about to lose the bet?”
“That’s not true.”
“No? You weren’t about to lose your shit if Raf hadn’t knocked on the door?”
Her little nostrils flared, her cheeks turning pink for an entirely different reason than the one I usually liked. “Youwere the one who was about to lose your shit.Iwas in control.”
“Right.”
“You were the one who started flirting with me at dinner.Iwas more than happy to go back to the hotel alone and finish myself off with my little pink friend.Youwere the one who stalked me there and tongue-fucked my face in the elevator.”
“Tongue-fucked you?” I laughed. “Sweetheart, I tongue-fuck you, I’m not doing it to your face.”
She stared at me.
Then she took a deep breath and let it out through her teeth, slowly, like she was resisting the urge to strangle me. “I didn’t flirt with that guy intentionally,” she said calmly. “He was funny. I laughed.”
“He wanted to fuck you.”
