Page 70 of Twisted Hearts

As for me, I bit back a smile. So I wasn’t the only one feeling those sparks of jealousy.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic,” the woman requested, flashing me a smile. “And for you?”

“I’m good, but thank you. That’s very kind.”

The woman’s smile faltered, and as I glanced back at Addi, I waited for her to go make the drink. She had wiped away the jealousy in her expression and blanked it out. “Be right back.”

“Friendly staff here,” the woman muttered.

I’d about had enough when Evan returned, sliding the woman’s gin and tonic toward her, and after she paid, the woman stood and turned back to me.

“If you change your mind about that drink, my friends and I are right over there.” She lifted a finger and pointed in a direction I didn’t follow. Even if I didn’t want Addi, I was still there to work.

“Have a good night,” I replied.

She caught the hint, hopefully, and wrapped her lips around her straw, shrugging off my disinterest with the confidence of a woman who had no problems putting herself out there.

“I’m clocked out,” Addi snapped, andoh joy, the attitude from that morning was back in full force. “But I’m happy to have someone else take babysitting duties tonight if you have other plans.”

What the actual fuck?

I smirked, cocked my head to the side. While her grumpiness was driving me crazy in my brain, her jealousy was fuel to the fire, going straight below my belt.

This woman made my head spin. Was this why she’d been so upset all week? I’d assumed it was only the stress, perhaps the fact that I’d invaded her space when we barely knew each other.

There was only one way to figure it out…drag it out of her.

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Addi

Iblamed stress. The new job. The newlifeI was trying to create. I blamed the fact that I hadn’t had more than ten minutes to myself ever since I moved here. I blamed the fact that I didn’t know if whoever that guy in the photo was or Daniel was looking for me.

Or what would happen if they found me.

My dadsoldme. I had tucked that knowledge into a back corner of my mind so I didn’t have to deal with his betrayal.

With the entire upheaval of recent life events, who could blame me for acting out? I was one more change or revelation away from completely snapping. I was in dire need of a freaking break from a life I’d barely started.

Hell, I was currently blaming Shawn for my shitty attitude when, in reality, that one was definitely all me and one green-eyed monster I hadn’teverexpected to make an appearance. For crying out loud, I’d been ready to claw that girl’s eyes out as soon as she sat down next to Shawn and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes and exhaled. None of this was Shawn’s fault, certainly not my rapidly increasing attraction to him. I needed a way to relieve the stress of it all.

An orgasm would do the trick. Multiple ones, preferably. If I could manage that, something I’d not been doing in case he could hear, I’d be sweet as a rose by morning.

“Let’s go,” he said, rising from the bar stool.

His attitude had soured as soon as I snapped at him, and I couldn’t blame him. The apology was minuscule compared to what I owed him.

I’d explain once we got back to my place. Then I’d grab some wine, and maybe I’d just go read a book in my room until he fell asleep.

A nice, quiet night with a book, some wine, and some quiet orgasms once I knew he couldn’t hear me seemed like a decent way to end the day, all things considering.

“Shawn.”

“Your place,” he gritted out, andoh yay…I’d transferred my shitty attitude to him.

I nodded and met him at the bar. I had to grab my purse from the breakroom, but Shawn knew that so I ducked inside and said good night to Lisa, one of the college girls getting ready to take over for me.

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