My Time in the Affair
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“Family heirloom?” he asked, then he reached out, tracing a finger down her chest. He ran it down her cleavage and she thought she might faint. But then he held his hand up, and he had a pearl pinched between his fingers.
“Present. From Drew,” her voice was just above a whisper. He examined the pearl.
“He's cheap. It's not real,” he commented. She almost laughed.
“What?”
Jameson let the pearl drop and his attention went back to her. Tate still couldn't move. Had even stopped breathing. He was looking at her like she was dinner. She couldn't believe it. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane was looking at her, really seeing her, for the first time ever. It was wrong, so wrong. She tried to think of Ellie, but couldn't make herself. She could only see his eyes.
“You should leave this room,” Jameson told her, his hands gliding onto her hips. Her skin jumped at his touch and she could feel an electrical current pass between them. She gave a full body shiver and nodded.
“I know,” she breathed. His fingers spread as his hands moved to her back, up to her shoulder blades.
“Ellie's my girlfriend,” he reminded her. As if she needed it.
“I know.” Apparently her impressive vocabulary had deserted her. His hands slid back down, all the way to her butt. She put her hands on the dresser behind her, bracing herself.
“This isn't just me.”
He'd said it as a statement, but she knew it was a question. She was feeling it, too.
“I know,” she whispered.
“If you want to run, I suggest you do it now,” he told her.
“Why?” she asked, and he leaned in close.
“Because I eat girls like you for breakfast,” he hissed in her ear.