Page 6 of Never You

It’s tempting to let her go and cool off until the next time she has the need to bust my balls for something, but unfortunately for me, I’m always more tempted to poke the pretty blonde just a little more.

“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath, glancing at the girl clinging on my arm. “You should go.”

A glare is aimed at me for the second time in thirty seconds, and I ignore the shrieking of“what the fuck”when I push her to the side, then I rapidly trail behind Rae stomping farther down the hall.

A jolt of electricity hits me right in the chest when I circle my arm around her waist to halt her, placing myself in front of her. Her chin moves up to look at me, all hot and fuming. She smells sweet, warm with a hint of….Tequila?

She drinks?For a brief moment, I just blink, taking in her haunted face as my heart jumps out of my chest in a rush, the reaction confusing the fuck out of me.

Dismissing the feeling, I let her go, cocking my head as she stares at me in question for stopping her once again.

“You’re upset,” I announce, roaming over the freckles of her nose and her now blushing cheeks. Her light blonde hair is braided, hanging loosely over her shoulder, and I resist the urge to reach up and feel the silky strands between my fingers. Her eyes darken in suspicion as she straightens her shoulders, putting her poised stance back in place. No doubt preparing for our usual bickering.

She’s hot. Always a treat to look at, with a snarky mouth that both pisses me off and amuses me. I love to ruffle her feathers and push her limits. We’d be a good match if there wasn’t one problem; we don’t get along.

Ever.

Yet I’m like a moth to a flame when it comes to Rae Stafford, because no matter how much she scolds me about an endless list of habits I need to kick to improve my‘attitude’, I’m always hungry for more of whatever craps comes out of her plump lips.

“Don’t worry about it, Jensen. Just make sure you don’t end up on TMZ with your tongue in a brunette that’s not your girlfriend,” she sighs dramatically.

Showing my irritation with an arrogant smirk, I take a step closer to grab her hip with one hand, bringing the other up to cup her cheek. Confliction shadows her face when I bring mine closer, and her lips part in anticipation, even though her eyes keep glaring at me.

I frustrate her. I can see it every time she’s yelling at me for flirting with a girl that isn’t my girlfriend, or when she shoves another press statement in my hands to fix whatever thing I fucked up. She always stays professional, never dropping her perfect act, but I can see the annoyance in her almond-shaped eyes. They’re beautiful as fuck when she’s mad at me.

And I feed off of it like a psychopath.

“Why?” I hum, our noses almost touching. “Should I go for a blonde instead?”

She softly gasps for air, and when I look in her eyes once more, she bites her lip, staring at me through her thick lashes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Seduction is seeping through her voice as a challenging smile ghosts her soft pink lips, putting my dick on high alert.

This time it'smyeyes that widen in confusion, not sure if I heard her correctly, but I’m all here for it. My grip on her hipbecomes more demanding, as I press the tips of my fingers into the fabric of her black jeans, with a clear vision in my mind. A flirty counter is sitting on my tongue, eager to push this a little farther, when she suddenly rolls her eyes at me, and the moment is gone.

Fuck.

“You know what?” She throws her hands in the air, stepping out of my grasp. “I don’t care anymore. Do whatever you want. Fuck whoever you want. I hope you at least have the decency to tell Emily she will never be enough, but then again, none of you ever do,” she spits, referring to my girlfriend, then quickly darts past me toward the fire exit with big strides.

Fuck.

“Rae!” I call out, rubbing a hand over my face.

I want to go after her, ask her if she’s alright again, but instead, I watch her perfect ass stomp away with swaying hips while I clench my jaw in regret. The look on her face as she stormed past me told me she was already upset about something.

I should’ve just let her go, but when she’s in front of me, I just can’t help myself. I have the need to push her buttons, trying to make her lose control of her perfect act. It annoys the shit out of me that she’s always composed and poised.

I want to push out the side she doesn’t show anyone. A side that’s wild and thrilling, that saystroublein the best sense of the word. A side that matches the spark in her champagne brown eyes.

I crave to see that side of her.

She never snaps, though. God knows I’ve tried hard enough to find ways to piss her off. Making comments to the press. Flirting with a few girls too many. For the last five years, she has been up my ass about every girl I talk to, accusing me of all sorts of shit. I didn’t even deny it, just because I liked to see her worked up, to get her eyes shooting daggers at me.

I get under her skin, and I like it. Having this asshole curiosity inside of me that’s wondering just how thick her skin really is. Like a piece of glass that I just want to crack. But other than the returning scowl, she’s been able to keep a straight face every single time.

Calm, steady, professional.

It’s fucking annoying.

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