Page 118 of Their Stolen Obsession
Jake chuckled, “I think you’ll be all right.”
Suddenly, my cellphone dinged like fucking clockwork. The conversation with Jake had turned flirtatious, which Sin and Saint wouldn’t appreciate, but I didn’t give a damn. I already told them to give me some space, which they weren’t willing to accept, so I’d have to make them take a hint and get out of the fucking way.
I ignored the text message. My full attention was on Jake as I ran a hand up his forearm. A rather risky move with Saint surely seething in the car and ready to storm into the café to break his arm.
“Are you sure?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow. “It’s aching a little.”
A complete lie.
“Pretty positive, since you can apply pressure to the foot without limping,” Jake replied and rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, ah, can I get you a coffee? My treat.”
I laughed out loud, tossed my head back, and playfully slapped a hand against his chest. The invitation wasn’t even remotely funny, but I wanted to make Sin and Saint angry. I needed smoke to blow from their ears and their brains to catch fire.
Jake stared down at me nervously, like I had lost my mind. Shit. I couldn’t blow this chance with him.
“Yeah. I’d love a coffee please, with extra sweetener.” I smiled while batting my eyelashes. “Thank you, Doctor Wilson.”
Jake went to the front counter and flashed a dashingly handsome grin. He placed our orders while the server laughed at something he said, and I pondered if he was flirting with her. I honestly didn’t give a shit. After all, I’d used him for my agenda.
The server made our coffee quickly; his was black. A bitter way to drink a morning cup of java, but everyone had their own taste. Simple orders and nothing too fancy. Jake brought my coffee cup over to me as steam rose out of the rim and he handed it to me. The to-go cup was warm against my hand, and I gently blew on the hot liquid.
I got another text.
“Uh, do you need to get that?” Jake asked as he gestured toward my cell phone in my pocket. “Sounds important.”
“Oh, gosh, no. Whoever is texting can wait.” I leaned in close and whispered, “But you know what is important?”
“Spending time with you,” Jake responded flirtatiously.
Real smooth.
I giggled, “Exchanging numbers.”
“I appreciate the way you think, Liv.” Jake nodded with a smile.
I punched Jake’s digits into my phone as he told me and sent him a message so he’d have my number. I couldn’t let him get away. Whether we simply went out on a date and had a random hook up or made out, I couldn’t complain. Mr. Wilson was good looking, but not as hot as my phantoms.
Speaking of Sin and Saint, I received a notification. A long series of text messages. Figures.
Unknown:
What are you doing, Liv?
Me:
I gave a guy my phone number. I told you I wanted space.
Unknown:
Don’t you fucking remember what happens to people that touch you? They die.
Me:
Well, he doesn’t count. I touchedhim.
Unknown:
You fell into his arms.
