Page 81 of One Wrong Step
“Are you ready?” He’s still not looking at me.
Before I can gripe at him, his phone rings. His brows pinch together as he answers it. “Nat? What’s wrong?” After a moment, he huffs out a breath. “Then why are you calling me?”
While Jonah’s preoccupied with the call, I take the opportunity to drink him in. He’s wearing jeans today, and they fit him nicely. He turns, probably for privacy, but it gives me a view of his ass. I remember the feel of it in my hands. The sounds he made when I swallowed his cock?—
“Viral? What are you talking about?” His voice gets louder, breaking me out of my lustful thoughts. “Yeah, he’s right here,” he says, turning to look at me. He laughs. “That’s not happening.”
Now that I’m focused on something other than Jonah’s ass, I have questions. Why is his boss calling him? I met Nat when I was in Mule Creek. She was obsessed with the cook from that grumpy Irish man’s café, so there’s no reason to be jealous. But I hate that everyone knows Jonah better than I do. That they get to be included in his life when I never was.
Whose fault is that?
“No, Nat—fine. Don’t make me regret this.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes. “I’m putting her on speakerphone.” He jabs the button aggressively and sets it on the nightstand. “Okay, go ahead. Just remember…we’ve both had a hard day.”
“You make me sound like a monster.” She hesitates for a second. “Vivian?”
“Yes?”
“How’s the trip going?”
“It’s been eventful.”
“Nat,” Jonah growls, and she chuckles.
“This is sweet, Jonah. I remember when you two fought?—”
“I’m hanging up.” Jonah grabs his phone from the nightstand amid Nat’s protests.
“No. No. No. I’ll be good.”
“What’s going on?” I ask Nat, but my eyes are on Jonah.
“Your voice is fucking amazing. You sing like an angel and devil all tied into one cute package. I just wanted to tell you that?—”
“What?” I jump to my feet. “Nat? What are you talking about?”
“You seriously don’t know?”
I glance at Jonah, but he’s staring at the floor. No help there. “I seriously don’t know. But someone better start talking.”
She sighs, which seems out of character for her, but what do I know? “You and Jonah were singing ‘Shallow,’ and it was…so good. Oh, and it went viral.”
Viral. Oh God. “That’s…that’s not possible.” Jonah still isn’t looking at me, so I pinch his arm to get his attention and get a glare in return. Good.
He holds his hands up and shrugs like he doesn’t get it either.
My mind is racing. I’m not surprised my father found the video. He keeps close tabs on me. But he would never share it with anyone. “I don’t understand.”
“Guys,” she says, sounding a little exasperated. “Check the video. That should clear everything up.”
I grab my phone, and that’s where I get stuck. “What do I even search for?” Karaoke songs? Lady Gaga wannabees?
“I’ll send the link. Jonah?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah?”
“We’ll chat later.”
It sounds like a threat more than anything else.
