Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(116)

I recoil at his animosity as he looks past me and smiles, obviously acknowledging someone who is behind me. He returns his eyes to mine, his smile disappearing instantly. I’m stunned by his reaction to my grievance. He reaches around me and places a firm palm on my bum, pushing me into his groin and circling those damn hips, hard and slow. I curse my treacherous body for tensing, and my hands for instinctively flying up to grab his shoulders.

He leans into my ear. ‘Do you feel that?’ He grinds hard again.

I lose the battle to restrain my moan of pleasure. I do not want to be getting horny here because there is not a chance in hell I’m going to let him take me while we’re in this place. Not ever.

‘Answer the question, Ava.’ He clamps onto my earlobe and drags it through his teeth.

My grip of his shoulders tightens. ‘I feel it.’ My voice is broken and low.

‘Good. It’s yours. All of it.’ He pushes harder, further into me. ‘So stop with the f*cking sulks. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes.’ I exhale into his shoulder.

He releases me and stands back, raising expectant eyebrows at me. I nod, trying to gather myself together. Will he always have this influence on me? I’m trembling and seriously rethinking my vow to avoid sex at The Manor. I could, quite easily, drag him upstairs to one of the private suites and let him eat me alive.

I glance past him and catch the viper glare of Sarah, and in a pathetic stamp of ownership, I put myself into Jesse’s chest again and look up at him with sorry eyes.

He gives an approving nod of his head and leans down to rest his lips on mine. ‘That’s better.’ he says into my mouth. He turns me around and starts guiding me out of the summer room. ‘I’m struggling to deal with all of the admiring stares you’re attracting.’ he says, placing his hand firmly at my lower back.

I scoff. He has to be joking. I’m surrounded by women, who all, for absolutely sure, want me gone. I’m severely gatecrashing their party. ‘You’re attracting quite a bit of attention yourself.’ I muse, just as we pass an attractive brunette.

She smiles brightly at Jesse and strokes his arm. ‘Jesse, you’re looking as delicious as ever.’ she gushes.

I can’t help the small shocked burst of laughter that flies from my mouth. She’s got some front, and I’m hugely offended that she clearly thinks I’ll just take her brazen flirting without so much as a word. I’m about to stop and put her in her place, but Jesse pushes me on, preventing me from following through on my intent. I’m shocked by the shameless hussy.

‘Natasha, you are an intolerable flirt as ever.’ Jesse retorts wryly, draping his arm over my shoulder and landing me with a chaste kiss, obviously sensing my irritation. She smiles slyly and narrows slutty, easy eyes on me.

Has he slept with her too? I feel my new found possessiveness simmering steadily inside me. I can’t imagine that I’m going to be spending much time here if this is the response I’m going to be getting whenever I do. Not that I particularly want to be here, but with it being Jesse’s place of work, it would be handy if I could come here and feel comfortable and not feel like I’m stepping on a million attractive women’s toes. And that’s another point; does Jesse only offer membership to women who are of an eight or above on the good looks scale? Retirement is looking more likely as time goes on. I want to spend every second stuck to Jesse so I can slap down these brazen, desperate tarts. I’m mentally trampling again.

As we walk into the bar, we find the stool that I always seem to get positioned on is taken by a man. He soon makes way when he sees us approaching, raising his glass in greeting. I’m lifted onto the stool and Mario is with us without delay, leaving the members of The Manor to be served by one of the other bar staff.

‘What would you like to drink?’ Jesse perches on his stool opposite me and takes my hand in his. ‘Most Marvelous?’ He raises his eyebrows.

I turn to a waiting Mario. ‘Please, Mario.’ I say, and he smiles his usual fond smile, but looks a little more flustered than he did earlier. I’m not surprised; he’s being run off his feet.

‘I’ll have one of those.’ Kate joins us and leans on Jesse’s shoulder with a huff. ‘These shoes are killing me!’ she exclaims with a look of true pain on her pale face. ‘Seriously. A man categorically devised the high heel and he did it in an attempt to make it easier for you dudes to rugby tackle us womenfolk to the ground and haul us back to your beds.’

Jesse throws his head back and laughs a proper belly laugh as Sam and Drew find us.

‘What’s the score?’ Sam asks as he eyes Jesse laughing hard. He looks at me and Kate and we both shrug on wide smirks. Kate slaps Jesse’s shoulder affectionately. I can’t help but share in Jesse’s amusement at Kate’s dry comment. When he laughs like that, faint lines spring from his twinkling greens and fan his temples. He looks so handsome.

‘I’m sorry, drinks?’ he asks, getting his laughter under control and giving me a wink.

I pool on the stool, sending him a telepathic message to take me home. Basking in the sun on Central Jesse Cloud Nine has resumed. I’m in my element.

Drew and Sam throw their orders at Mario, but he’s already halfway to the fridge to collect their beers. I scoop our cocktails up and pass one to Kate, catching her nodding over my shoulder. I frown at her, so she repeats the jig of her head, and I realise what she is signaling – she wants a cigarette. I lean into Jesse, and he drops his conversation with the boys’, instantly turning his face to me.