Jealousy

SAM

Ugh. I couldn’t be jealous. I had no right to be jealous. And yet…

I had no attention to spare for the hot blonde who was attempting to chat me up at the bar; I was too bewildered by the sight of Evie bouncing in the crowd, palms in the air, rubbing her ass all over the fucking guy behind her.

Not too long ago, that was me pressing my body against hers. Before I found out that she was my employee. Before everything got so complicated.

The blue lights failed to diminish the coppery tinge in Evie’s hair. Her curls damn near reached her hips, swaying back and forth with her gyrations. I felt a dangerously strong urge to sink my hands into that hair a second time…

She looked so hot in the black skirt and white, silky blouse she’d worn to work earlier. The temptation was driving me to drink. Literally. This was my fourth glass of whiskey, and yet I couldn’t stop picturing myself bending her over my desk at work.

I couldn’t understand how she was moving so smoothly in those ridiculously high heels. I recognized them as the same ones that I’d slipped from her feet yesterday—right before I gave her my cock.

Evie suddenly stopped dancing, and a moment later I saw her start moving toward the bathrooms with her new man.

Seriously? How many times had she done this? Did she make a habit of fucking strangers in bar restrooms?

I wasn’t jealous. I was just…protective of my new secretary. If she kept doing risky shit like this, one of these days she’d end up getting hurt.

I shot from my barstool, ready to go save her from herself.

I pressed my way through the mob, sped down the hallway to the women’s room, and knocked. Hopefully I wasn’t too late. Hopefully Evie wasn’t already locking lips with her new boy toy, pulling out his cock, doing to him what she’d done to me last night.

“I’ll be out in a sec!” her voice called from inside.

~No. You’ll be out right now.~

I tapped again, this time laced with demand.

“I said, give me a minute!”

~I don’t think so.~

My fist slammed at the wood, and I prayed that my interruption would be annoying enough to cut off Evie’s make-out session.

“Goddammit, I said—”

The door swung open, and my gaze met with the same beauteous sea-green eyes I’d watched in the mirror last night as I’d pounded that sweet little ass against the vanity.

I pushed past her, closing the door behind us, muffling the beat of the dance music to a dull palpitation.

“Sam,” she said. “What are you—?”

I growled and spun to face her. “Where is he?” I asked, my gaze skimming around the tiny restroom. There wasn’t much of anywhere for a fully grown man to hide.

Her brows scrunched. “Who?”

“The guy that you just brought back here,” I said.

“He’s in the—” She paused, eyes going wide. “Wait. Did you think I’d brought him in here to hook up?”

“Well, you brought ~me~ in here last night,” I pointed out.

“And that makes you think I’ll bring the entire goddamn bar in here?”

~Maybe. Maybe you’re no angel after all.~

I shrugged, scowling. “I don’t know.”

“That’s right,” Evie said, getting up in my face. “You don’t. You ~don’t~ know me. You don’t know my life. You don’t know anything, Vázquez. So why don’t you do yourself a favor and drop the bad-boy jealousy act? Contrary to popular belief, it’s not a good look.”

“I’m not jealous!” I barked.

“Oh yeah?” she growled. “What do you call it, then?”

“I was worried for you,” I snapped.

“Well, you can stop worrying about my personal life, Vázquez!”

When she called me by my last name like that, I could practically feel my dick twitch. Something about the way her mouth wrapped around the syllables really turned me on.

“When you see me outside of work,” she snapped, “from now on, walk the other way. Our relationship is purely business. Don’t buy me drinks, don’t practice your little sex jokes on me, and ~don’t~ call me ‘angel.’”

“Oh, you mean the jokes you love?” I challenged.

~Yeah, that’s right. I guess you shouldn’t have admitted that part, angel.~

She shrugged. “Well, I had to say something to get you to buy me a bottle of wine, right?”

“Oh, please!” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “If you didn’t like talking to me, we wouldn’t have wound up screwing yesterday.”

She gave a bitter smirk. “Which is it? I’m a discerning woman who only sleeps with guys whose jokes I appreciate, or I’m a slut who will drag any random stranger into the bathroom and have my way with him?”

She had me there. “Just because he’s not in here now, that doesn’t mean you weren’t planning to sleep with him,” I tried.

“Even if I did, that would be none of your business!” she snapped.

“You’re right,” I shot back. “Go ahead, sleep with him. Sleep with every single guy in this bar if you want. Then when you get home you can throw their numbers out too!”

I didn’t mean to say that. It just…sucked. Evie was the first woman I’d given my number to since my divorce, and apparently she’d tossed it in the garbage the first chance she got.

“So that’s why you’re mad?” she asked, baring her teeth behind her blazing red lips. “Why do you care that I threw away your number? Even if I’d kept it, even if I’d texted you as soon as I’d left the bar, this wouldn’t be a fairy tale, Vázquez.”

Yep. Hearing her say my name definitely made my dick twitch again—an inconvenient reaction when I was trying to be mad at her.

“You’re my boss! That’s why we can’t go there again.”

“Then maybe I should fire you!” I shouted.

“Maybe you should!” Evie yelled back.

We glowered, breathing alcohol fumes at each other with every heaving breath. I gritted my teeth, but I couldn’t help going hard inside my suit pants. The fury she wore was just as fuckable as the rest of her.

Despite the rage on her lips, lust varnished them like a gloss. My mouth watered for a kiss, and my manhood spasmed to empty itself inside her.

I leaned forward.

Before anything could happen, though, the door abruptly swung open—the beat flooding inside. I turned, lust-stupid. A dark-haired, brown-skinned woman was eyeing us both with a twisted grin.

“Saanvi,” Evie gasped. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

~Oh. This must be Evie’s sister.~

“That’s good,” said the woman—Saanvi. She sounded unconvinced, the words coming out slightly slurred. “Because it ~looks~ like if I’d waited another minute to walk in here, I would’ve gotten one hell of an eyeful.”

“Okay, come on.” Evie’s pumps clacked across the tile. She grabbed Saanvi by the shoulders, swiveling her away and out the door, leaving me standing alone in the ladies’ room.

I bit my bottom lip. That didn’t go great. As the lust haze faded, I recognized that I shouldn’t have intervened. Even if Evie had brought that guy in here, she was right; it was none of my business.

I needed to find a way to get over my jealousy and knock off my behavior before she reported me to human resources, filed a sexual harassment claim, or worse—quit.