He shrugs, and then Mom walks out to join the man in the room.
And here’s the part where I lose the guy to the woman all men drool over. Thanks, Mom.
She struts like a confident, sexy lioness on the prowl for her prey. Her eyes fall on the man just barely before she stares at her blood red nails, feigning disinterest.
“So, Calvin, is it?” she asks while flipping through his file with casual nonchalance.
“I’ve got nothing to say to United scum,” he says in a thick, almost undecipherable accent, and then he spits to the floor - as if he’s disgusted to share the air with her.
His eyes tell a different tale though. He can’t stop looking at her perfectly contoured body. Her exposed skin is driving him crazy, and you can see it in the way he squirms when she deliberately sways her hips to the music playing very dully in the room.
“Sorry,” she says, not acknowledging his vicious comment. “I love this song."
Her hips begin swaying more, and his heartbeat quickens to the point it can be heard. Uncle Brazen smiles as he leans back to enjoy the show, but I refuse to look at Jase. I don’t want to see him falling for my mother just like every other fucking guy.
“Please stop,” the guy strains out, and then I see something that tells me why he's about to combust.
I know why she chose seduction now. His tattoo reveals itself on the side of his neck when he turns his head to follow her seductive dance.
“He’s from the Vergo brotherhood. They vow celibacy as a way of purifying themselves from the full blood race,” I murmur aloud, though it was meant to be a thought.
“Hmm?” Jase says from behind me, and I feel his fingers tracing over the lines of my gifted sparrow that is tattooed on my back - between my shoulder blades.
I finally turn around to see his eyes are glued to my back as he continues his patterned drawing.
“What are you doing? You’re missing the show,” I tease, though I pray he doesn’t fall into the net my mother unintentionally casts.
“What?” he asks while snapping out of his trance, his eyes finally withdrawing from my tattoo as he lets my hair fall back into place.
“I said you’re missing the show.”
“I’m not here for a show. I’m here to hear the answers. I can hear everything just fine without having to see it firsthand,” he says with a shrug, his eyes returning to my back as his finger trails down my exposed skin.
This stupid shirt is completely backless, but I had nothing else to wear. The front dips low, and the vee-cut pattern of the front exposes my hiplines, while the tight jeans barely rise up high enough to cover my secrets below.
“You’re very distracting,” he mumbles while going back to tracing the lines on my body, and I giggle lightly at his odd behavior.
“Since when aren’t you an Arayan?” I whisper.
His lips come down to be almost against my ear. His cool breath chills my skin in the most delicious way fathomable as his fingers stroll across my lower back.
“I never said anything about being an Arayan. I think I made it perfectly clear where my preferences lie,” he seduces, his lips tugging lightly on my earlobe and making my breath catch.
Mmm. I’m ready to get the hell out of here now.
The song changes, and it actually makes me gasp when a louder, faster beat emerges. Jase’s arm pulls me back to his body as his lips find my neck.
And he said I was distracting.
My mother continues to dance, and the goon continues to drool, but I’ve tuned out her interrogation we begged her to do as my mind wraps around the only thing in this world that exists right now. Jase.
His grip tightens on my waist, and I’m worried Uncle Brazen is about to get a show he doesn’t want front-row seats to. I hear a reluctant huff coming from my full blood though, and then he goes back to trailing his fingers over my lines as my mother’s seductive interrogation hits the next level.
I lean against Jase as she stalks over to the brooding beast of a hybrid, but I feel my full blood’s eyes against me instead of watching her. Deep down, that feels incredible, and it sends a smug smile to my face.
No one ever chooses me in anything. It feels good that he is, even if that’s not really what he’s doing. I’m sure he’s just a little turned on by her show, and I’m feeling the spilled over energy. Ew.
“I really just want you. Only you. I swear I’m not the least bit enticed by your mother,” he chuckles out in a whisper, and I shiver at how well he seems to know me already.
