She pasted a smile on her lips. Forgot? I’m still getting wet over it!
“And Celia is not my girlfriend. She and I met several times,” he said meaningfully and Jenny bit her lip as her cheeks burned.
So Celia had felt what it was like to be naked with Cooper. Her eyes trailed hungrily over his long legs, over the cotton stretched taught over his crotch because his thighs were parted. She jolted her gaze back guiltily when he spoke again.
“She has never even been up here, and she shouldn’t have had a key. I'm going to have a word with my architect in the morning.”
“It’s none of my business though.”
Cooper sighed. She was one tough cookie. “Are you sure we’re okay?”
“What do you mean?’
“I mean…we did have a bit of a…if Celia hadn’t come…”
Jenny blushed and laughed swiftly, thinking madly for something else to talk about. “Isn’t she a model? She looked familiar.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Wow, Coop. I left you a pale thirteen-year-old, and I find you a rich businessman who dates models.”
He chuckled. He was onto her. She was joking around, trying to make light of a situation that had so not been funny when it happened. “I'm not rich, and I didn’t date her,” he said pointedly with a wicked smile, and her grin faltered before getting wider. Cooper raised his brows as he chuckled. She was acting like a jealous girlfriend. She was feigning not caring, so she didn’t have to face her feelings.
“Mhmm. And who else did you…not date…from the fashion industry?”
“Uhh…there’s this blonde, Molly Klum? Have you seen her?”
The conversion was getting really uncomfortable. She had not expected him to be so open about it. “Yeah, I have…not in person of course.”
He laughed. “Well there was her and then…”
Jenny had an impulse to hurl something at Cooper’s face. A few days ago, he had been fondling her naked breasts and kissing her like he wanted to have her for dinner. Now, he was telling her about all these models he had slept with. Who were all…blonde! “So you have a thing for blondes?” she burst out with a smile and he stilled.
His Adam’s apple bobbed while she waited for him to say: ‘Yes, I have a thing for blondes.’
Cooper suddenly didn’t like the game they were playing. There was no point in this game. It was obvious that she was forcing the conversation. It was obvious that there was no way in hell they were going back to the unforced cordiality they had enjoyed for a day before he left.
“I have a thing…for a certain brunette,” he said slowly and stood up, striding toward the kitchen.
Jenny bit her lip, and her eyes flicked from one side to the other as she tried to assimilate what he meant. A certain brunette? Does he mean me? Of course not! He had made it clear that they were friends. That what had happened was a mistake. That it had been uncomfortable.
No! He can’t mean me. Not now, not ever. The man dates models! No…he doesn’t date! The bastard.
When she turned, he was holding a mug of coffee and staring into it as if it held an interesting treasure. She narrowed her eyes, getting irrationally angry. “What do you have there?”
“What? Coffee.”
“And how interesting is your coffee that you’ve been staring at it for the past minute?”
He chuckled, smiling lopsidedly. He knew what she was trying to insinuate. “Would you like to watch a movie?”
“Sure!” she drawled as if she didn’t give a damn.
He sat on the couch while grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Do you want to sit on the couch maybe?”
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” The couch. He was sitting on the couch. She could not sit next to him. She didn’t trust herself and her out of control impulses.
“Come on, Jenny.” He was getting pissed. “Just let it go,” he said meaningfully and Jenny swiftly stood up. She plopped herself down next to him. There was no way in hell she was letting him know that she couldn’t get over a minor make-out.