Page 85 of Dirty Like Jude
And yeah, that was alie.
I could feel it every fucking moment I was in her presence; the girl was getting under myskin.
Again.
Yes, I’d gotten over her. Eventually. When she was finally out of my life. Over time, I’d managed to forget all the things that were so impossible to ignore when I was in a room withher.
Almost.
But then I saw her again, at Jesse’s wedding, and within forty-eight hours I had my dick inher.
So there wasthat.
Truth was, I hadn’t yet decided what I was looking for when it came to her. But while I figured itout?
Sex would do justfine.
She stared me right down with her gorgeous green eyes. “You give all your casual fucks flowers and ameal?”
“I give them respect. Thought the flowers were warranted, given that I stood you up. And we both need toeat.”
“This doesn’t blur the ‘just sex’ line foryou?”
“Why? Because we’re both human and we ate a meal together? No. Does it blur the line foryou?”
“No.”
Christ. It was like we were feeling each other out before a fucking cagematch.
I did not want to knock her on her ass, but I didn’t want her killing me either. And between her asshole boyfriends and her sexual bucket lists and herFuck me harder… Make me feel it…this woman was definitely gonna be the death of me, one way or another, if I didn’t keep myhead.
“Then let’s eat,” Igrowled.
Weate.
We kept the peace, somehow, while making small talk about Dirty, about her job in real estate, about the New Year’s Eveevent.
After dinner and a few drinks, I realized she was maybe gettingdrunk.
Again.
We’d already been here, done this, two nights ago, and I really didn’t need to drink half a bottle of whiskey to get it up for her. I’d take the sex, but the hangover couldgo.
“Easy,” I told her as she downed another glass of wine. “Wouldn’t want a guy to takeadvantage.”
“I am not afraid of you,” she informed me, setting her empty glass aside. She fixed her green eyes on me. “I’m not scared of you, JudeGrayson.”
“No? What scares you, RoniWebber?”
“Me,” she said, shocking the hell out of me. “Myself. Sometimes I don’t trust myself and that is so, so scary. You ever have thatfeeling?”
I stared at her. It still surprised me how this girl could be so open, so fearlessly honest, and then two seconds later so fucking impossible to read. “No.”
“You always trustyourself?”
I gave that some thought. “Yes.”
“So… then what happens when you make a mistake? When you realize you werewrong?”
