When Heath arrived home, he couldn’t think straight. All he could see was Jubilee—and with Ash’s hand on her thigh.
He growled under his breath. Raking his hands through his hair, disheveling it even further, he groaned. He was an i***t. How could he have made that bargain with Jubilee? “Flirting lessons”? Jesus Christ. As if he could teach her how to flirt, how to kiss, how to make him want her without making her his completely.
He got into the shower, the hot water clearing his thoughts a little. He could always tell Jubilee he’d been drunk and that he wouldn’t agree to anything so insane. He could tell her that she didn’t need lessons on making a man want her. Hell, he’d seen the way Ash had been looking at her. She didn’t need any help from him.
Scrubbing himself down, he stayed in
