Page 18 of Crave
He shook his head. “And did you?”
I couldn’t look away from his sexy mouth. Small talk wasn’t helping to quell my lust for him. “Did I what?” I whispered.
“Prove yourself to your brother?”
“Oh…” I adjusted in my seat. The answer was part of a long story regarding my relationship with Spencer. I’d been wrong to want to prove that I was worthy of his love and acceptance. “I didn’t have to.”
“Knowing Spencer, I don’t think you had to prove yourself to him either. He put a lot of trust in you.”
“Yeah… he did.”
We were staring at each other again. My pussy was quivering, begging me to let down my defenses so that Jamison could enter me, screw me, make it feel alive.
I abruptly shifted my position in hopes of getting rid of the tingling. That didn’t help. “What about you and the girlfriend you were visiting in Rhode Island? Whoever she is must have the Boomer stamp of approval.”
Jamison snorted as he looked down at the table, once again proving to me that I was right about there being another woman. At least his response took the eagerness out of my pussy.
“There’s no girlfriend,” he said, looking up again.
“Whatever you say.”
“You don’t believe me?”
I shook my head slowly. “I don’t.”
He smirked, making his dimples more pronounced.
Damn, he’s sexy.
“That’s because you don’t want to believe me.”
He was wrong—very wrong.
“Bryn, I still like you. A lot. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I think there was something… I don’t know, pretty fucking amazing happening between us. Don’t you?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Jamison was reeling me in yet again. He was an expert at it. I couldn’t think. I had to change the subject.
“What about you?” I cleared my throat. “What have you been working on recently?”
Not until he sat back did I notice he’d been leaning in toward me. Jamison shook his head. “More bullshit.”
I grunted thoughtfully. “Are you still working with Agent Tammy Preston?”
He looked confused. “Who’s that?”
“Kristen. I mean Bree. That was her real name.”
“Bree Lovell? Why are you referring to her as Agent Tammy Preston?”
“Twin Peaks?” I said as if the answer was obvious.
“What’sTwin Peaks?”
I raised a finger, chuckling. “Give me a second.”
Jamison wiggled his eyebrows. I could feel him studying me as I searched for a clip of Agent Tammy Preston on YouTube. Brent returned with our dinner.
“How about a bottle of your best red,” Jamison said.
