Page 62 of Tesio
“Choose a plate, PC Pain. I’m hungry.”
She shot me another glare, and snatched the vegetarian plate, stomping back over to the sofa with it. Fuck me. I thought she’d take my steak. I covered up the linguine, because sure, I’m Italian, but I wanted meat, and I won’t apologise for that.
I sat beside her and rested my plate on the low table, dragging it closer for her. It really wasn’t ideal for a fucking meal, but it was all we had.
Jamie groaned and slipped down to sit on the carpet with her back against the sofa, and her legs tucked under the low table, which of course was suddenly a good height for eating. Fuck it. I joined her.
“This wasn’t what I pictured,” I said as I sliced my steak in half and checked the cook on it. I’m a steak snob, and if they overcooked it, I’ll go and ram it down their fucking throats.
“Damn, that does look good,” Jamie said, biting her lip as she stared at my plate. Fuck it. Apparently I’m a pussy when it comes to this woman.
“You wanna swap?”
She giggled, gesturing to her veggie crap.
“You’d eat this instead?”
“Fuck no, I’ll eat the other plate, but I’ll give you my meat if you want it.”
Eventually she decided she’d have a slice of the steak with her dinner, so we compromised and settled into eating.
“I’m guessing Rocket was a complete prick when you arrested him?”
She sighed. “I think it’s partly my fault. I was pushing him for a reaction and I got one.”
“So the trouble with the other guy has all blown over?”
A quick look at the fierce glare she was giving her dinner told me it hadn’t.
“Jamie, don’t let some prick from my club lose you everything you worked for, even if… even if that prick is me.”
Jamie
It was hard tonot find him appealing when he was being genuine and decent, and not just being a perv. Not that I didn’t enjoy his hot, dirty side, but this was a new experience. Having a normal conversation with him, where he wasn’t Grease, the biker, the bad idea. He was just Grease, the man with a weird ass name.
“Why Grease?”
He blinked at me for a moment, suddenly chuckling as he caught up with my unexpected question.
“Well… I dunno, I guess I look like some greasy Italian bastard, right?”
So maybe hewasItalian. I had wondered, but with a name like Grease, he could be called anything.
“Is your real name some sexy Italian name that you’d rather hear me murmuring as you… oh god. What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry. I’m hitting on you after everything I said. I’m such a bitch.”
Grease laughed, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “Little pain, you could never be a bitch. I mean you could, but I’d still likeit. You could chew my ass out every fucking minute, and I’d still find you hot as fuck.”
“So… are you called like Luigi or Mario or something?”
“Because I’m aSuper Mario Brother, all of a sudden? I’m sure that’s incredibly offensive or something, but no. My parents were Italian, but I was born here, and raised by… an uncle.”
“That’s not telling me your name. Why are you being weird about that?”
He turned back to his plate. “Because I’m not whoever I was before. I’m Grease. I’m a biker. I fucking love everything about being Grease, so why the fuck would I want to go back to an old name I had, that I didn’t get to choose?” Whoa. Someone was pissed about his old life, but why? What about his old life was so awful that it made him this defensive and angry?
“I’m sorry, I-”
A ringing phone from the bedside made him curse, and scramble up from the floor, banging both knees on the table as he did.
