Page 47 of Tesio
“And now you don’t get my name.”
Ha.
“Okay, Jamie, have it your way,” I said with a grin, as I ducked out the door and to her bathroom.
“Asshole!”
Jamie
He knew too much.He knew things I’d never told him, never would have told him, and with a sudden chill in my veins, I wondered if that meant that he knew the one thing I wanted nobody to know. The thing that’d really screw up my reputation here in town. My dad.
I waited for him to go downstairs after he left the bathroom, and I hurried there to shower, which wasn’t easy to do while keeping the dressing on my elbow moderately dry, and get dressed, returning to find him sitting on the bed, leaning back on his hands, while two steaming mugs sat on the bedside table.
“I put your phone on charge, by the way. It just buzzed while you were in there.” Oh hell. My phone. What if he’d somehow got into that too?
“Did you look at it?”
His eyebrows pinched together as he sat up, and watched me walk around the bed to get to it.
“Last night or now?” I picked it up and opened up the new message. It was from Alex.
“Both, either. I don’t know.”
The message was to check if I was okay after last night, and to let me know the guy had tried insisting I used ‘police brutality’, because of course he was all beaten up, and I’d lied and said I fought him off. By covering for Grease, I may have just landed my ass in hot water again.
I dialled Evers, and held up a finger to Grease to shush him as my partner answered. Grease took that moment to wrap his lips around my finger and suck on it, which completely shot my concentration all to hell. As did the wicked look in his eyes, a look that promised so much fucking destruction when I was done with this.
“Hey Jay, how’re you doing today?”
“He’s claiming what? That’s bullshit! I was defending myself from a sex attacker!”
Grease released my finger, and mouthed the words ‘what the fuck’. I backed away from him, waving my hand to keep him quiet.
“Yeah, he’s got cuts, bruises, and he’s concussed. He also has bruised ribs, and a broken pinky finger.”
“What the hell. I barely touched him,” I hissed, fixing Grease with a glare, because he’d gone harder on the guy than I’d remembered. He offered me a half smile, coupled with a half shrug, which I didn’t want to find cute. Not at all.
Grease reached for the phone suddenly, and I darted away from him, because what the fuck was he playing at? Alex couldn’t know he was here, and even if he did know that, I couldn’t go back now on what I’d said in my official statement, and that fucker who attacked me knew that too. He knew someone else attacked him, but since I’ve claimed responsibility for his injuries, he’s now using that against me.
“I know it doesn’t seem fair-”
“Fair? I was sexually assaulted, or about to be, and I defended myself. Why the hell am I suddenly the bad guy? You know this is everything that’s wrong with this fucking world! Women get attacked, and as long as we just lay down and take it, we only get treated like shit for taking it, but we’re damned if we defend ourselves, and hurt some poor fucking asshole who just wanted to stick his dick where it wasn’t invited!” I was yelling by thispoint, and Grease took the phone from me, and pressed the button to end the call, switching the phone off.
I was breathing hard, and watching him through glassy eyes, as he turned and caught my arms, pulling me closer to him.
“Take a deep breath, little pain. Just one for me.No, deeper than that. I’ll give you a masterclass later on what deep really means.”
How could he make me laugh at a time like this? I knew he was going for a laugh rather than anything else at this moment, but it was token Grease to borderline harass me while trying to make me feel better.
“That’s better, little pain. Look, shit got real last night, and that fucker’s trying his luck, but you’ll be fine. I mean, I’m sure there’s no officer more by-the-book than you, right?” Oh damn.
I didn’t answer, and that caught his attention as well as if I’d disagreed with him.
“Jamie?”
I shrugged, keeping my eyes away from his, because I swear sometimes it was like he could fucking read me through them, like a psychic.
“Babe, what are you hiding?”
