Page 4 of Bad Behavior

A sense of loathing rises in me. Really, Asher? I think. That’s who you’re going to tie yourself to for the rest of your life?

Forest laughs at my expression and claps me on the shoulder. “You have got to learn to mask your expressions better, J.”

“I just don’t see what Asher sees in her,” I lament.

“And yet, here you are, working their rehearsal dinner reception,” Forest says. I see Addison turn her head, looking for Forest. He sees it too, and sighs. “Alright. I’ve gotta get back to the conversation. Don’t forget the water, though.”

“Yeah,” I say to his back as he heads over to his fiancee’s side. “Right.”

I think about the cases of bottled water that we have. I’d have to go upstairs to get them, up the creaky ass stairs and into the dusty little stock room, but then people would be able to take them to go. I head into the private back room that doubles as an office, and then up the stairs.

Grabbing two cases of water, I head back down. Except this time when I get back into the office, I am not alone.

Jenna is there, dressed in a white silk gown, and she is drunk off her ass. “Heyyyyy, there you are,” she purrs.

I raise my brows. “You’re looking for me?”

“Yeah,” she says, coming closer. I can actually smell the wine on her breath, which is saying something, since wine usually isn’t that strong. She staggers a little. “I want you to help me with my dress.”

“Okay, hold on,” I say, setting the waters on the desk. “Don’t you want Asher to help you?”

“No!” she yells, turning around. Jesus, she’s really drunk. She pulls her blonde hair over her shoulder. I look at her back, and I can see that her dress has split in a couple of places along the back zipper. “He can’t see me like this!”

“Okay…” I say, frowning. “I don’t know that I can fix it, though.”

She starts unzipping the dress, stumbling over her own feet. “Get it off!”

“Just wait a second—” I start. She trips and starts to fall.

“Wha—” she begins to wail.

Hatred or no, I step forward and try to catch her. It’s just ingrained in me, like muscle memory. I grab her, whipping her around.

Jenna, drunk as she is, starts laughing, blowing her wine breath in my face. Her lipstick is bright red, and smeared a little on her bottom lip. “You caught me!”

“Yeah, all right—” I say, trying to get her to stand up. “Seriously, Jenna…”

I see her brown eyes flick down to my mouth. I realize half a second before she kisses me what she’s about to do. Her face zooms toward mine, her eyes half-closed.

“Jenna, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask, genuinely perplexed.

I manage to grab her by the shoulders and hold her back, but that just makes her laugh deliriously.

“You think I haven’t seen you looking?” she says. “I know you’ve been watching me. You all have.”

“What? I—”

She grabs my dick through my jeans, which makes me reflexively crumple inward. “Get the fuck off of me!”

Then she goes in for the kill while I’m completely off balance. She kisses me, groaning obscenely.

Which is the perfect moment for Asher to walk in.

“What the fuck?” he says, aghast. “Jenna? Jameson? What the fuck!”

I manage to push Jenna off, wiping at my mouth. I turn to Asher. “She jumped me.”

Wham!I almost don’t see his punch coming. He put his whole body into it, though. Asher’s almost my height, and bulkier than I am. His punch lands on my lower lip, which is more surprising than anything.

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