Page 59 of Loathe at First Sight

Jack

Iam a fucking idiot.

That’s all I keep saying to myself after the events of last night. I never should have kissed Liz. Hell, I never even should have asked her to dance.

I need to be staying away from her. That’s hard when her hot body is pressed up against mine as we move to the music.

What the fuck was I thinking?

When I saw her dancing with Jamie, I just lost it. I tell myself that it’s just because I’m worried about anything happening between the two of them…although I don’t know which one I would be worried about more. It would be awkward if it ended badly because Jamie works with Liz’s brother. That wouldn’t be an ideal situation for anyone.

Yes, that’s what I’m telling myself.

I refuse to believe that jealousy comes into play here at all because Liz may be fun to look at, but that’s where the attraction ends. I’ve been with enough women where the attraction was purely superficial. Unfortunately, in those situations, it took me far too long to realize that fact, and I got fucked in the process.

I have no intention of letting that happen again.

So, why the fuck did I kiss her?

Maybe it was just to shut her up.

She’s like a little Pitbull, going after what she wants until she gets it. I’m sure a woman like that isn’t used to being told no.

Get used to it, princess. You’re going to keep hearing it from me.

I do my best to work through the day without thinking about her, but I fail every time. Maybe I should give things a chance with Misty just to get Liz out of my head.

Listen to me—now, I really am talking crazy.

Liz has me losing my fucking mind. Can’t she just go back to Los Angeles?

Jamie interrupts my work when he pokes his head into my office. “Do you have a second?”

“Of course. Come on in,” I say, wondering if after I left, he ended up getting into Liz’s pants.

When he sits down, I ask, “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Liz.”

Here it comes.

“What about her?”

He fidgets with the key ring that’s attached to his belt. “Look, boss, I didn’t know you were into her, or I wouldn’t have gone after her.”

“What?” I ask much louder than I mean to.

“Clearly, there’s something going on there.”

“Jamie, I can assure you that there is nothing going on there.”

He smiles. “Maybe not yet, but I saw the way you two looked at each other. She wasn’t looking at me like that, Jack.”

“Like what?”

“Like she wanted you to rip all her clothes off and fuck her seven ways to Sunday.”

I lean back in my chair. “You’ve lost your mind. She and I don’t even get along.”

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