Page 91 of Playing the Game
“No.” I grab her hand and lead her into my complex. “It sounds like you’re asking for a reminder.”
“Maybe?”
As we follow George to my apartment, my mind wanders to all the sinful ways I could teach her a lesson. After he checks out the place, he leaves Dori and me alone. She excuses herself to the restroom.
I have the guys who rotate as our security team using the guest bedroom on the main level. It gives us protection and privacy.
I’ll be grateful to get rid of them, but I won’t risk it until I know Dori’s not in danger. Her life isn’t a game to be played with.
She returns to the living room a few minutes later. She’s still wearing the jeans and a royal blue sweater she wore to Melanie’s party.
The sweater is made of a delicate material and fits her like it was made for her. Her waist looks tiny, while her breasts look perfect. My pulse accelerates just at the sight of her.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Jami?”
I saunter her way. Well, as much as I can with my injury. I slide one of my hands behind her neck and one around her waist to pull her into me.
“You’re gorgeous, and I’m so fucking happy we’re together.” I seal my lips to hers.
The air around us does a snap, crackle, and pop with sexual energy. She melts in my arms as our tongues caress one another.
My desire to take her to bed is about to take over, but I need to finish our conversation. She needs to know I want her for more than sex.
I pull away and rein myself in. “Before this heats up and I can’t stop myself, let’s finish our talk.”
“That’s what you want to do right now? Talk?” A tinge of annoyance floats across her face.
Who knew she was such a pouter about not getting sex?
I didn’t see that one coming. I file it away and give her my full attention.
“Dori, we have the rest of our lives to explore each other. Right now, I want to make sure you’re okay.”
She softens. “You’re such a good man.”
I half laugh. “For doing what’s right and checking in with you emotionally?”
“Yeah. I don’t know any other man that would put a conversation about how I’m sad over losing my job above wanting to have sex.”
“That’s because you haven’t been with the right guy before.” It’s out of my mouth before I consider who her mind will go to.
Hunter.
She bites down on her lip and steps out of my arms, twisting to the side.
Shit.
I really need to be more considerate with what I say around her.
She meanders into the kitchen and pulls out a stool to sit on. I give her a moment of silence while staring at her, showing her she has my full attention.
“Jami, can I ask what you and Hunter talked about when I went to get a drink with Melanie?” Dori gets comfortable as I take a spot across the island from where she’s sitting.
“I wanted to tell him I’m not going to step aside. I warned him if he ever hurt you again, I would fight for you for the rest of my life. He needed to know I plan on keeping my word.”
“And what did he have to say to that?”
Does she want him to fight for her?
