Page 17 of Flipping the Script

“Whatever.” I hopped off the side of the deck. “I was going to be a gentleman and offer to help but forget it. Blow yourself and your damn cabin up. See if I care.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he called after me.

I stopped dead in my tracks. “I’m not embarrassed.” I didn’t bother turning to look at him. The urge to lay him out was getting stronger by the second, and I didn’t feel like explaining to Hannah or my brother that I’d knocked Sebastian out because I was pissed off he made me hard.

I was taking that to my grave.

“It’s fine,” he continued, his tone mocking but still cheerful. It had the same effect as someone dragging their nails over a chalkboard, and every nerve in my body tensed, prepping to either run or attack.

“I have that effect on people. It’s not your fault you can’t control little Jesse around me.”

“Fuck off.” I whirled on him, not caring that my semi was on full display.

He flicked his gaze to my crotch, a shit-eating grin on his stupid face. “Or maybe I should call it mid Jesse.”

“Really? You’re making fun of my dick size?” I managed to keep my voice relatively steady, even as I was internally seething and actively stopping myself from wiping that smug smile off his lips with my fist.

“Not making fun of it, just stating facts.” He waved at his crotch. “It’s big, just not as big as mine.”

My eyes dropped to his midsection. He wasn’t hard, but the outline of his dick snaking down his leg was obvious now that I was looking at it.

Christ, he was big. Bigger than me, and I wasn’t exactly lacking in the dick department.

His low chuckle slid into my ear like warm honey. Angrily, I snapped my gaze up. Great. Now he’d caught me staring at his dick.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Maybe.” He smirked. “But what else is new?”

“That’s not going to work.” I pinned him with a look, my cock finally deflating now that my anger was taking over.

I’d spent years figuring out ways to control my temper, but all that progress immediately went out the window the moment Sebastian opened his damn mouth.

“What’s not going to work?” he asked innocently.

“Whatever head games you think you’re playing. You want to make gay jokes about me, fine. Go ahead. It’s not like I haven’t heard this shit a million times.”

“Who’s making gay jokes?” He looked genuinely shocked. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re gay. Never have.”

“Really? Then what’s all this?” I motioned between us.

He shot me a crooked smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing. Just us having a friendly conversation.”

“Whatever.” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “And just so you know, that wasn’t because of you.”

“Okay.” He smiled in that serene way that made my blood pressure rise a few points.

“It wasn’t!”

Jesus fuck. Now I was getting defensive. Sebastian had a unique talent for bringing out the worst in me.

“Sure it wasn’t.” He crossed his arms, an amused smile tilting his lips.

“My ears are one of my hot spots, asshat. I would have reacted that way to anyone blowing on them.”

“Of course.” He pressed his lips into a tight line like he was trying to squash his smile.

Anger flowed through me like a living thing, tightening my muscles and setting my entire body on edge.

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