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“Why? You were wondering?” I slid my fork back in my mouth for one last lick. The way he watched my tongue defile the utensil pretty much said it all.
“You know I was.”
I set the fork down on my empty plate and shrugged. “Seeing as you already get your ego stroked multiple times a day by your adoring fans, I really didn’t think you’d also need me to stroke you.”
Damn. I was getting pretty good at this flirting thing. The smoldering glint in Jesse’s dark eyes told me so. I was pretty sure that last comeback was wood-worthy.
I sat back in my seat, content in the knowledge that if his cock was throbbing half as hard as my clit was, I’d done my job.
Lucky for me, I had a couple of hours to burn, alone, back at the hotel after this. Well, notalone. With my new vibrating friend.
Jesse, poor guy, had another appointment.
And since I was only hisfakegirlfriend, it really wasn’t my problem.
CHAPTER 20
KATIE
After dinner, Flynn drove me back to the hotel in his rental car. All the way there I wondered if I’d taken things too far. Was I being a bitch? I thought we were having fun, but the burning look Jesse gave me as he got into the other car with Jude was worrying me. He never even said goodbye.
I was trying to decide if I should text him to say sorry, when Flynn parked us in front of the hotel and came around to open my door. I didn’t know Jesse well enough to know how to navigate this sort of faux pas. I didn’t even know for sure if I’d pissed him off or if this was all just part of his game. Maybe he thought I was a cock tease and he regretted hiring me, but for all I knew, he just wanted to make me sweat.
I got out of the car, then almost fell back in when Jesse loomed outside the door.
I glanced over at the other car, where Jude had pulled in behind us. Jesse grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. “Hang out,” he ordered Flynn. That was it. No mention of what we were doing or when he’d be back as he yanked me toward the hotel.
I hurried to keep up with his long-legged stride. He stalked through the lobby so fast that if any fangirls had been hanging around, they might not even recognize his blur.
“Um, don’t you have an appointment?” As far as I knew he was supposed to be doing a radio interview with Raf in like half an hour. But he punched the elevator button and said nothing while we waited for it to arrive. His jaw was granite, but I couldn’t tell for sure if he was mad or what.
Was I about to get fired?
My heart raced. I’d never been fired from anything before. Plus, I was really starting to enjoy the perks of this job.
The elevator arrived and the very biggest perk of this job yanked me onto the elevator with him. An elderly couple joined us, but as soon as they got off on the fifth floor and the door shut, I started to apologize. “Jesse, I—”
He turned to me, wrapped his hand around the back of my head and kissed me. Hard.
And holyhell, the man could kiss.
I could barely keep up with the demands of his mouth. Every time he kissed me it was different; this time it was fast, hungry and dominant, his tongue plundering my mouth. My knees buckled a little and I clung to his shirt collar as he fisted my hair.
Jesse Mayes was kissing me. He was kissingme. In an elevator.
Where no one could see us.
“No one’s… um…here,” I managed between tongue-gropings, feeling light-headed as the elevator settled.
“Don’t care,” he said, and crushed his mouth to mine again.
The elevator door opened and he ripped himself away, yanking me down the hall. I staggered along behind him. What the hell was going on?
He pulled me into our room, slammed me up against the door and kissed me again. And I let him. I kissed him back, harder, faster.
Then an ugly thought leapt from the dizzying pool of my thoughts.
The bet.
