"I should've listened." She opened her eyes and turned to face me. "As a matter of fact, can we just forget this conversation ever happened?"
"No."
"But why not?"
"Because you've got it all wrong."
"I've gotwhatall wrong?"
"Hang on," I said. "I'll show you."
Chapter 41
Becka
At first, I wasn't quite sure what he meant. But then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
Now I wanted to groan all over again. "So I was right? You've got the photosonyou?"
"Just for now," he said. "Until I transfer them for safe-keeping."
"To where?" I asked.
"Forget that," he said, scrolling across the screen. "I want you to see whatIsee."
Part of me wanted to bolt from the car. The other part realized that the sooner I got this over with, the better. After all, they couldn't be nearly as bad as I imagined.
Could they?
Reluctantly, I held out my hand. But he didn't drop the phone into it. Instead, he leaned sideways toward me and held out the phone in front of us, so we could both see the screen at the same time.
At the first image, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was lying on my back, with the brunette sprawled out beside me. My hair was wild, and my face was flushed. My skirt was hiked a lot higher than I'd realized at the time.
As far as the skirt itself, its position wasn't so much indecent as suggestive, like with another inch or two, I'd be flashing my panties – or worse – for everyone to see.
But the true horror lied in my shirt – or lack thereof. Yes, Iwaswearing it, but the buttons were gone, and the blouse was wide open. The camisole underneath was thin, skin-tight, and lacy, which had been the whole idea, considering that it had been serving double-duty as a bra.
Regardless, it wasnotmeant for public viewing – obviously. Through the lace of its sheer fabric, the outlines of my nipples were embarrassingly easy to see, even more so, considering that they were clearly erect, straining against the thin fabric.
I heard myself mumble, "Stupid temperature."
When Jack made no reply, I felt the need to explain. "It was really cold in there. I mean, you probably didn't notice because you're a guy. But it trulywasfreezing."
Still, he said nothing.
Fearing the worst, I slowly turned my gaze in his direction. He was still looking at the photo, and something in his expression made my nipples harden all over again.
This time, itwasn'tbecause of the cold.
His gaze lingered on the image. "You wanna know what I see?"
Nowthatwas a loaded question. I looked back to the image and tried to laugh. "I don't know. An idiot?"
"No." When he spoke again, his voice was nearly a caress. "That's not whatI'mseeing." As he said it, he turned his head and looked straight in my direction.
Fearful of making a fool of myself, I kept my gaze on the photo. Still, from the corner of my eye, I could just barely tell that he was still looking – not at the image, but at me.
And even if I couldn'tseehim, I swear, I would've felt his gaze, burning into my skin, making it grow warm and tingly – and not just on my face.
