Page 103 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
Then A.J. says something to Heavenly that confuses me even more.
“I told you you would.”
“Would what?” I ask before I can stop myself.
A muscle flexes in A.J.’s jaw. “Like you.”
My head is exploding. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. A.J. told Miss Five K a Blow Job she’d like me? When, while she was bouncing up and down on his cock? Completely at a loss, I chug my drink, just barely managing to restrain myself from smashing it upside his head.
He had a life before me, this isn’t his fault, you knew about his “experiences,” he seems really uncomfortable so let’s cut him some slack, shall we?
The voice in my head makes far too much sense, so I remind it that there is a very real possibility this girl knows even more about A.J. than I do.
Which means I’m really not all that special.
Which makes all the blood drain from my face.
“Won’t you excuse me for a moment? I think I see someone I need to speak to,” I say, prim and proper, in my best Julie Andrews Princess Diaries impersonation. My intention is to turn and run, but A.J.’s arm clamps down over my shoulders, preventing me from moving. He holds me tight against his side. I don’t want to make a scene in front of her, so I stay put, face burning.
“You get an invite to this party, Heavenly?”
I can’t tell from his voice whether A.J. is angry or merely curious. I swallow and look away, heart pounding.
“No, I’m here with Slash.”
She came with the guitarist from Guns N’ Roses? This girl really makes the rounds. I wonder what Slash’s wife thinks about that.
Then A.J. says something to her in Russian. She answers back. I have no idea what they’re saying, which obviously is the point. And now I’m so mad I could scream.
Just as I’m about to peel A.J.’s arm off me and throw the rest of my chardonnay in his face, Heavenly says, “You know my number.” Then she turns and glides away. Heads turn in her wake.
I vibrate with fury. Also I think I might puke.
A.J. takes the glass of wine from my hand and sets it on the bar. Then he takes my arm and steers me past the pool and into the house. People scatter in front of us like scared mice; A.J. is wearing his serial killer expression. The thunderclouds have returned over his head.
He takes me to a first-floor bathroom, locks the door behind us, and backs me up against the wide marble sink. “All right. Say your piece.”
Breathing hard, I cross my arms over my chest. “No, I think you should go first. And I’ll give you five minutes to cover all the important points, specifically why and when you talked to her about me, when the last time was that you slept with her, and what the hell you two said to each other at the end there, when it looked like you were making plans to hook up later.”
He says instantly, “I haven’t been with her since we’ve been together.”
“And when exactly did we get together? When you were visiting me at my apartment in the middle of the night, when you were grilling me about my entire life story but refusing to sleep with me, or after I moved into your place?”
He glowers. “You think I’m lying to you?”
That muscle in his jaw is really getting a workout.
“Don’t you dare try to turn this back on me! I had to stand there like an idiot while you and your ho had a nice little chat in Russian about God only knows what!”
“She’s not mine,” he says, voice hard, “you’re mine, and you know it.”
He crushes his mouth to mine.
I struggle, but he holds my jaw in one hand and pins one of my arms around my back with the other. It’s easier to give in than to fight him, so I let him kiss me, and pretend I don’t like it. When he finally breaks the kiss we’re both panting.
“I told her about you long before we ever got together, right after I heard you sing that day in your shop, back when you hated my guts. I’ve haven’t fucked her or anyone else since that day.”
His voice is rough, but his eyes are soft, and I want so badly to believe him. But the way Heavenly looked at him . . . the intimacy of her eyes, her voice. It’s eating me up inside.
