Page 40 of Secret Gifts
“When did you two start-”
“It’s been recent,” I interrupt.
Jase extends his hand, and he smirks at her gaping mouth.
“I’m Jase Ericson. It’s nice to see you again, Mrs. Mordel.”
Her eyes carry her secretive gaze as she stares from me to him. I’m sure she’s plotting a list of interrogation tactics.
“Nice to see you as well, Jase. That’s a rather odd name. Short for something?” she says with a hint of suspicion.
Here we go.
He smiles a little bigger, and then he points to the man behind the glass.
“I believe you have bigger fish to fry, Mrs. Mordel.”
She lets a small smile free, and then she rolls her eyes as if she knows my full blood a little better than I realize.
Crap. He better not really be an Arayan.
“Indeed I do. I’ll be right back. I need to change into something a little different.”
Seduction. Damn it. I hate seduction interrogations. And crap, he’ll never think I’m sexy again once he sees her at work in that damn box. It was fun while it lasted.
I let a small huff free, and Jase kisses my forehead while walking over to the corner to set up the recording equipment.
“Your father would flip the fuck out,” Uncle Brazen chuckles in a whisper, and I cover my smile with my hand.
“It’s just a fun thing right now. Don’t overanalyze it, Uncle Brazen. We barely know each other,” I whisper back.
Even though I still want to spend every damn second with him.
My eyes fall on the full blood masterpiece, and I swear he’s grinning as he slides in a new chip and checks the static in the line to the earpiece my mother will be wearing.
“He always told me he’d keep the full bloods away,” my stepdad rattles out a little smugly.
Oh good grief.
“That should have it all set up,” Jase chirps with his daring smile seducing me as he resumes my side.
“Good,” Mom says as she returns, her eyes smiling at our hands holding tightly to one another. “I’m about to go in.”
Her skimpy shirt barely covers her breasts as it slides down with just one strip going down the center of her stomach and connecting to what I can only assume is her underwear beneath her tight, tight, tight leather pants.
“Wow,” Uncle Brazen gushes, his eyes popping out of his head, and she smirks as his lips find hers.
“I have to go to work, Brazen,” she murmurs against his lips, and I have to look away before I throw up in my mouth.
Jase snickers under his breath while letting my face find his chest, and then his arms wrap around me as his lips stroll over my head.
“Don’t take long,” Uncle Brazen grumbles.
I suppose a seven hundred year vow of celibacy has left him a little excited to finally have her again, but I wish they’d keep that crap out from in front of my eyes.
Jase lets out a laugh, and I look up to view his incredible, pale eyes.
“What?”
