Page 60 of Hyde and Seek
“Excuse me?”
“Well, you’re in here making breakfast for the guys. I assumed you were one of theircurrentpieces.”
“I’m not anyone’s.”
“Who you after then? I’m just sayin’, I don’t think whatever this play is,” she said, flipping her hand out to gesture to me, “will work with any of them. Best bet, though? Focus in on Kase. It’s a long shot, but more likely than getting with Jake. He’d be more than you could handle anyway.”
Try as I might, some reaction must have shown.
“Oh, hon, really?” Her tone was condescending as she slowly shook her head. “Jake doesn’t date. I’ve known him a while and I’ve never seen him with a woman more than once. It’d be a few hours and then she’d be gone just like that.” She threw out her hip and her hand to snap with attitude. “He goes to great lengths to avoid commitment. Nothing happens at his place, no sleepovers, and he only uses condoms brought by him. I’m pretty sure he even got the big snip,” she added, making a scissor motion with her fingers.
Well, that was oddly specific. Guess if I ever wanted a definitive answer, I could ask Jake whether Biker Barbie’s boobs are fake. Pretty sure he’d know from experience.
“Jake’s the big leagues, baby. You gotta learn to handle a bat before you try stepping up to that plate. You wanna make breakfast and play house, you’re playing a whole different ballgame. Jake isn’t about wining and dining. He’s about fucking.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” I feigned boredom and indifference as I frosted the last roll.
“Plus, no offense hon, you’re cute, but that’s not his style. Some guys get off on teaching barely legal but Jake isn’t one of them. He likes a woman with enough experience that she’s gonna be down to get it exactly how he likes to give it.”
I was used to bitchiness. Biker bitches might be good but rich bitches were better. It was just that what she was saying was a little too spot on. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was part of why Jake had originally ended things.
Was he worried about me, or that I wouldn’t be able to do what he wanted?
I worked hard to not show the response she was looking for. As I cleared the clutter, a genuine yawn came over me.
Her eyes narrowed and her face got tight at my lack of reaction. I knew things weren’t over when her face smoothed out and her lips quirked up in a snide smirk.
She looks like something smells nasty.
Makes sense, I get the feeling there’s about to be some bullshit spewed.
“I’d just hate for you to be embarrassed if he came back here and saw you with your little baked goods. Why don’t you just hurry and scamper out with them? I’m sure you’ll have no problem eating them yourself.” She placed her hands on her tiny hips for emphasis.
“What the fuck did you just say, Rachel?” Kase snarled.
He moved towards the corner where Biker Barbie still stood, gettingwayin her space as he stared down at her. Anger radiated off of him, filling the room and making me tenser.
I’d never seen Kase mad and hoped to never see it again. He looked way scarier than I’d have thought possible.
When I’d asked, Kase had told me that his easygoing personality was courtesy of his Hawaiian heritage but his temper was 100% from his Colombian half. He’d said it was good he was so chill all the time since his pissed was off the charts.
I hadn’t believed him at the time.
I believed him now.
“Hon, I was just trying to warn her. Us girls gotta stick together,” she said with such a fake smile, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. “You know how Jake can be.”
“Yeah, I do. You don’t. You only know how he can be when it comes to you,” Kase spat out.
I opened my mouth to call him off when Jake came through the doorway. If Kase’s reaction was bad, I knew Jake’s would be explosive. I was hoping Biker Barbie was smart enough to haul ass, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Jake as he stalked towards me.
When he reached me, I realized that not just had he not overheard anything, he hadn’t even noticed our audience in the corner of the room.
His hands cupped my ass, his fingertips digging into the cheeks, as he kissed me hard but quick. “Christ, I missed you, sweets. It’s been fuckin’ forever.”
“Baby, it’s been a few hours.”
“Well, it felt like forever.”
