“Answering your question,” he said, dropping his hands back to his sides. “I’m very expressive.”
“You need to leave,” I insisted. “Thank you for the ride and for helping me treat my burn, but this…” I pointed to the space between us, “is not going to happen. I’m not looking for a man, and if I was it wouldn’t be the likes of you,” I closed my eyes at my own rudeness. “I’m sorry, that sounded horrible.”
“I get it, Reina,” he bit out, his eyes narrowing at me as his features hardened. “Only straight-laced dicks get Sunshine’s pussy wet,” he sneered.
I cringed, his words assaulting me as he stepped around me.
“Jack, wait,” I cried out, as I turned around and watched him walk away from me.
He pulled open the door and looked over his shoulder at me.
“Lock the fucking door,” he growled, slamming it behind him.
I stared at the door hoping it would open and he’d walk back inside but knew that wasn’t likely. I glanced down at the napkin in my hand, taking a deep breath before walking toward the refrigerator and hanging it alongside Danny’s picture.
I wouldn’t call.