Falling Down(26)

He nods, lips pressed together in a thin line.
"You don't seem too happy about it." I hop in the chair and Spenser helps me take off my makeup.
"I wasn't happy about it six years ago in Chicago and I'm not happy about it now."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
He grunts and I wipe makeup from my face, just quiet thinking of nothing.
"You do. You felt it just as I did in Chicago. I saw it."
"That was a fangirl crush, Jesse."
"Nope. It was more and you can deny it all you want."
"I won't deny my attraction to you."
"That's a good thing. You're sexy as hell so we're on an even playing field."
"As far as that's concerned, yes."
"I figure we'll just f*ck it out," he says and I laugh. Spenser snorts. I laugh hard, so hard I'm doubled over. I snort in a very unladylike manner and Sera comes over.
"What's so funny?"
Jesse shrugs and I point at him, tears running down my cheeks I'm laughing so hard. Oh God, it's hurting my stomach.
"Fuck it out," I say and fall off the chair onto the floor laughing. Jesse narrows his eyes then slides down, his legs on either side of my hips, grabbing my arms, pinning them above my head.
I try to stop laughing, I really do, but giggles keep bubbling up. He's not pleased that I found his statement funny.
"I'm sorry, Jesse," I say, trying to catch my breath. "It just… the way you said it." I giggle again.
He lowers his face to within an inch of mine. "I guarantee you, Luce, you won't be laughing when you're naked beneath me--not unless I want you to. You'll be moaning and writhing and clawing up my back and shoulders. You'll be calling out my name as I make you come over and over again with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock."
All laughter has fled and I instantly get wet just from his words.
"Jesus."
He nods. "You'll be calling for him too."
Oh yeah, it'd be easy to get lost in Jesse Kingston but I can't allow that. I know all about guys like him where their cocks f*cking rule their world, where emotion doesn't enter into the equation. Been there, done that, don't want a repeat.
"Not so funny, now is it?"
I pause. He really is full of himself and taking a whole lot for granted. Yeah, I think he's hot as hell and I've wanted him for a long time, but his? I don't think so. I belong to me . He can play that game with his little groupie whores.
"You're mine and it's not a joke."
"I don't even know what that means."
"Neither do I, but we'll see how it plays out, yeah?"
"Yeah, I don't think so," I say as panic fills my chest. I push him off of me and stand up. "Nope. No. Can't do that." Can't allow that. I grab a wet towel and finish washing my face.
"What?"
The shock is evident on his face and I hide my panic and shrug.
"The whole fangirl crush thing I had going on when I was younger? Sure it's still there and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you in my bed. But yours?" I shake my head.
"Yeah, mine."
"I'm pretty happy being just me."
He just stares. I see disbelief, anger, and frustration in his gaze. Good. Not every woman is going to bow down to him. He's not used to the word 'no', that much is evident. That's probably because this is Jesse Kingston. Rockstar extraordinaire. Player. Manwhore. He can have anyone he wants and usually does, only this time he wants me… as his? I don't think so. That'd be a very big mistake.
"If that's how you want this to go, I'll play along."
"Jesse, this isn't a game."