His tongue slowly sweeps across his bottom lip. ‘Ava, you’ve been mine since you turned up at The Manor.’
‘Have I?’
‘Yes. Will you spend the night with me?’
‘Are you asking or demanding?’
‘I’m asking, but if you give me the wrong answer, then I’m sure I can think of something to change your mind.’ He smiles slightly.
‘I’ll spend the night with you.’
He nods in approval. ‘Tomorrow night?’
‘Yes.’
‘Take the day off.’ he demands.
‘No.’
His eyes narrow. ‘What about Friday evening?’
‘I’ve arranged to go out with Kate on Friday night.’ I inform him, resisting the temptation to reach up and twiddle my hair. He can’t assume I’m there at his demand. I hope she’s free.
His narrowed eyes instantly darken. ‘Cancel.’
Now, this is something I do need to clear up, pronto – his neurotic unreasonableness. ‘I’m going out to have a few drinks. You can’t stop me from seeing my friends, Jesse.’
‘How many is a few drinks?’
I can feel my brow knitting. ‘I don’t know. That depends on how I feel.’ I look at him accusingly. I suspect I might be gagging by Friday if he keeps up with his crazy behaviour. He’s giving me brain ache as well as body ache.
He starts chewing his bottom lip again, and I can see the cogs of his mind going into overdrive. He’s trying to work out how he’s going to get around this. I haven’t done myself any favours by getting in such a state last Saturday. That was his fault. Should I tell him that?
‘I don’t want you out drinking without me.’ he says firmly.
‘Well, that’s a bit of bad luck, isn’t it?’ God, I’m being rather brave. What percentage is this wine?
‘We’ll see.’ he muses to himself.
We sit quietly, looking at each other across the table, him scowling, me hiding a small smile. After a few moments, he leans back casually in his chair at a slight angle, his eyes rapt with intention. I don’t shy away from his concentrated stare. I meet it with equal intent, in a barefaced come on. I want him desperately, despite his challenging ways.
Luigi comes over and clears our plates, intruding on our moment. ‘You like?’ he sings.
Jesse doesn’t fracture the connection. ‘Great, Luigi. Thank you.’ His voice is throaty and he’s tapping the table with his middle finger. I feel his leg brush against mine, and that’s all it takes to hitch my breath up several notches and spring my nerve endings to life. I’m blazing from head to toe...and he knows it.
‘The bill, please, Luigi.’ he demands, his friendly tone altering into one of urgency.
Luigi seems to get the message because he doesn’t offer us the dessert menu. He just scuttles off, returning, almost immediately, carrying a black plate filled with mints and a piece of paper. Without looking at the bill, Jesse stands and pulls a wad of notes from his jean pocket, slapping some down on the table.
He reaches over and seizes my hand. ‘We’re going.’
I’m hauled from my chair, leaving me to grab my bag and throw my napkin on the table as I’m rushed to the door. ‘Are you in a hurry?’ I ask as I’m guided to the car by my elbow.
He makes no attempt to slow down. ‘Yes.’
When we reach the car, I’m whirled around and shoved up against the door. His forehead meets mine, our heavy breaths merging together in the small space between our mouths. His erection is painfully hard against my lower stomach.
Oh God, I want him to take me here and now. Damn anyone who wants to watch.
‘I’m going to f**k you until you’re seeing stars, Ava.’ His voice is harsh as he grinds his hips against me. I whimper. ‘You won’t be going to work tomorrow because you won’t be able to walk. Get in the car.’
I would, but I already can’t walk. Suspense has rendered me immobile.
After a few seconds have passed and I’ve still not convinced my legs to shift, he pulls me out of the way, opens the door and gently shoves me into the passenger seat.
Chapter 25
Our journey back to Lusso is the longest I’ve ever endured. The sexual tension bouncing around in his car is excruciating, and Jesse is almost violent when he gets stuck behind a Sunday driver.
‘Some people shouldn’t be allowed on the f**king road. MOVE!’ He performs a highly illegal manoeuvre, overtaking the car on a single carriageway.
He frequently adjusts his groin area, and in the dim light of the DBS, I see a shimmer of sweat across his brow. Oh, he’s a man on a mission. He skids to a halt outside the electronic gates of Lusso and presses a remote to open them, his hand drumming on the steering wheel as he waits impatiently for them to shift.
I smile. ‘You’re going to have a seizure if you don’t calm down.’
He pauses with the drumming and looks at me, all smoky. ‘Ava, I’ve had a f**king seizure every day since I met you.’
‘You’re swearing a lot.’ I muse as the gates open and he pulls into the car park, fast and carelessly.
‘And you’re going to be screaming a lot,’ There is no humour in his tone. ‘Out.’ he orders.
I’ve no doubt I will be, but I do love it when he’s in these frenzies. I take my time getting out of the car, and when I’m finally vertical, I glance up and find he’s stood in front of me, with a very irked look on his face.
‘What are you doing?’ he asks incredulously at my leisurely pace.