Chapter Nineteen
“Jealous?” I asked, expecting to hear him say something else. I had expected him to be angry with me, not jealous. Maybe he was jealous that I was the one with King? That had to be it, but he had to know that while my orgasm had been real, this was still just a job.
“Yes, jealous.” He admitted. His eyes flicked down to my breasts before he handed me my shirt.
I clutched it to my chest, trying to hide myself away from him. He brought up a hand, trailing his black painted fingernails across my arms. Goosebumps rose at his touch and he leaned closer to me. The heat that radiated from his body made me feel warm, like I was slipping into a hot bath.
“I wanted to be in King’s place.” He whispered, his nails scraping across my skin. “To have my hands all over you, to make you
