Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Uh.
Nope.
She wanted to go to dinner that night to fuck with Carolyn.
He’d noticed when he’d shared what Carolyn did to him that Archie had seemed a little pissed.
And right then, he was making certain to tuck that away because her “little pissed” hid “totally pissed way the fuck off.”
He didn’t know if she was angry on behalf of the sisterhood that a woman would do the dirty on a guy and make them all look bad.
Or if she was pissed that Carolyn did that to Jagger.
He was guessing it was part the first.
But mostly it was the last.
He should have known with the skirt, the blouse, the fuck-me green pumps and showing a lot of leg, toned arms, hints of cleavage and lush, chic, assured style and beauty.
Though apparently, he didn’t know her well enough.
But seeing her in action, he knew now that was totally OTT and in your face when everyone else there was in jeans, except Carolyn, who had on a tight-fitting tank dress that showed serious cleavage, and not to be a dick or anything, but it also showed no imagination.
Carolyn was dressed like she thought a biker would want her to dress.
Archie was dressed like Archie liked to dress, even if she had a point to make.
Carolyn was miserable.
Archie was calm and comfortable and deep in vengeance mode.
That night, Jagger had never been touched so much in such a casual, affectionate way that it came off just like that, instead of over-demonstrative or clingy.
She didn’t stick her tongue in his ear or lay her hand on his leg near his crotch as an overt way to stake her claim.
She touched the pulse on his wrist.
She’d smile in his eyes and squeeze his knee.
She’d stand beside him while she was laughing and bump hips.
She’d fiddle with his fingers, pressing her thumb into the center of his palm, totally engrossed in this for about long moments, like his hand was the most fascinating thing in the world and she couldn’t help getting lost in it, before she shook herself out of it and looked around apologetically.
She hit it off with Georgie right away, partly because Georgie had been to her shop and loved it, partly because Georgie was a journalist and Archie thought that was cool.
But mostly because Georgie and Archie were sisters of the same ilk.
They knew what they were about and were good in their own skin.
It was clear Dutch wanted to play the “You’ve Gotta Win Me Over” Big Brother, but in the face of Archie, not to mention Georgie bonding with her, that lasted fifteen minutes.
She was just interesting and interested. Complimentary without being effusive. Curious without prying.
But when they sat down to dinner, and she scooted her chair so close to Jagger’s, their thighs were pressed together, and for part of the meal, simply for comfort, he had to drape his arm around her shoulders, he knew shit was real with her rubbing it in with Carolyn.
Hell, when he put his arm around her, she just tucked her body to him and ate and sipped wine and chatted like they were physically attached since birth and she was good with that.
Only a seriously cool chick could get away with that, making it seem as cool as she was.
And that was the way being with Archie was.
She was into him, she’d not made that a mystery.
Though, it was just her.
And it was her way of stating plainly to Carolyn that he’d scraped off the shit and come up smelling like roses.
Carolyn was helping Georgie and Dutch clear after their main, and they assured Archie they didn’t need any more help after she’d offered, and that was when he took his shot.
“Babe,” he called low.
She was in the tucked-close position.
This meant when she turned, she had her shoulder under his arm, her hand was on his thigh, and her face was close to his.
“You can cool it,” he said quietly.
“Mm?” She pretended not to know what he was talking about.
“All you had to do was walk in, and you had her,” he informed her.
“Had her?”
“Babe,” he said on a chuckle.
His chuckle didn’t last long.
Because her expression didn’t change.
He stared at her.
Christ.
This wasn’t about Carolyn.
She was being that way because she was that way.
And she was being that way with him because that was who he was to her.
Christ.
While he had these thoughts, she was examining his face.
So before he could react to what he’d just learned, she spoke.
“It goes without saying, no one fucks with you, Jagger, and no one fucks you over. And should it become necessary I communicate that information, I won’t hesitate to do it. But I wasn’t here then. That was the message you sent and you’re still sending it. That’s not on me to communicate.”
Even though she seemed pretty laidback about that, there was an edge there he felt he needed to address.