Page 49 of To Love Jason Thorn

“What?” I gaped at him.

His fingers reached out to lift the hem ofmy shirt, but I slapped his hand away.

“What are you doing?” I hissed quietly astwo girls hurried passed his car, their phones glued to their ears.

“Olive,” he started. “I need to see how badit is. Take it off.”

His hands came at me again. I slapped hishand harder.

“You want me to take off my shirt out inthe open?”

He met my eyes. “We’re in the parking lot.No one who isn’t supposed to be in here is allowed to be in here. No one willsee you between the SUV and my car. Go on.”

He reached at me again.

So, naturally, glaring at him, I slappedhis hand even harder.

This time he laughed.

“Don’t make me take it off for you, Olive.I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Your car doesn’t even reach your chest,Jason. I doubt it will do much to hide me from sight.”

“Face the SUV. I’ll turn around and coveryour back. Or we can go straight to the ER. Your choice.”

“No,” I snapped.

“Then do as I say.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’reannoying.” After a short staring contest that only ended up making me hot, Iwas the first one to turn away.

Grumbling under my breath, I gingerlylifted my shirt off of my stomach and took it off. It wasn’t hurting as much asit had a few minutes before, but I wouldn’t say no to rubbing some ice cubes onmy chest either. Dropping the shirt to the ground, I…

Shit! Theextra shirt was still in his hands.

“Hand me the damn shirt,” I whispered,looking to my left to see if anybody was walking around.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked rightover my shoulder, his hot breath tickling my neck.

The annoying-hot-jerk chuckled when Isquealed and jumped around.

“You were supposed to turn around,” Iaccused him hotly.

His eyes dropped to my chest. His jawhardening, he quickly looked up and away.

“What is that?” he gritted throughhis teeth.

Covering my breasts with my forearm, Isnapped, “They’re breasts. What does it look like?”

Did he think they were too big? He probablydid. I definitely didn’t have those small elegant breasts where you could go tobed without wearing a bra.

“Why aren’t you wearing something white andsimple?”

Despite the stupid situation, I looked downat my chest and laughed. “Why do you care what I wear? And what is wrong withthis one?”

He looked up at the sky. “It’s…it doesn’t…doanything. You can see through it.”

“So?” I asked.

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