sour face at the nickname. “Who
the hell does he think he is, calling you Sammy?”
“I don’t have to answer to
you. Where I go on my time is my business. Whom I choose to spend
that time with is also my business.” She looked at her watch.
“Look at that, it appears to be my time.”
Oh, Jesus, he couldn’t even say
the word. He wanted to ask her if Paul was her boyfriend but his
mouth wouldn’t form the words. He hadn’t even considered
her having a boyfriend. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth, closed
it, and then opened it again. “I don’t like the way he
touches you.”
Her gaze leveled, her eyes narrowed.
“And that’s my problem how?”
“He touches you like he knows
you.” His jaw clenched as his eyes moved over her. “Like
he knows your body.” Swallowing, he finished. “I don’t
like the thought of anyone knowing your body but me.”
“I’m leaving.” She
turned. “Like I said before, good night, James.”
“Stop,” James demanded.
“Tell me who he is.”
She stopped and then turned. “He’s
a friend,” she said after a moment.
“He doesn’t look at you
like he’s just your friend.”
She shifted the gym bag to her other
hand. “I’m sorry you don’t like the way he touches
me or looks at me. There’s nothing I can do about that.”
Lifting her shoulders, she added, “Not that I would.”
He sucked in a long breath, trying to
control his annoyance. “I don’t recall you ever being
this sassy before.” If it wasn’t for the hint of jealousy
he was feeling, he knew that he would be enjoying her brazen ways. “I
guess I’m going to have to start calling you my sassy angel.”
“I’m not your angel
anymore.”
“Are you Paul’s?”
Irritation crept through him. He didn’t like feeling this way.
When Samantha had been with him there had never been any reason for
jealousy. She had been his, without a doubt. No one else mattered.
“I don’t understand what
your problem is.” She lifted her shoulders, and then dropped
them. “You don’t want me; you never did.”
“I was devoted to you.”
“That’s bullshit,”
she snapped angrily.
He pushed the words through his teeth.
“Answer the question, Samantha. Who the hell is he?”
She, too, gritted her teeth when she
spoke. “I don’t believe that’s any of your
business. And I don’t believe I have to answer any of your
questions.”
“Perhaps Paul would like to know
that only moments ago you were passionately kissing—”
“I told you, he’s a friend.
And you’re mistaken if you think there was passion in that
kiss.”
His gaze fell to the floor as he tried
to control his emotions. “How good of a friend?”
She hesitated and adjusted her bag in
her hand again. She looked over her shoulder toward the door before
she spoke. “Good enough to be my yoga instructor.”
He looked up swiftly. “Yoga
instructor?”
“Yes. He also happens to be my
chiropractor.”
“Chiropractor?” James
puckered his lips as he said the word. “That’s all? He’s
nothing more than a friend, instructor, and chiropractor?”
“Why, are you going to beat him
up if he is?”
“I’ve thought about it.”
“Will you grow up?” she
snapped, shaking her bag in irritation. “There is nothing
between us.”
“At least not on your part.”
“On his part either.”
“I saw the way he was looking at
you.” The muscle in his jaw flexed again. “I’m a
man. I know what’s going through his mind.”
“I promise that’s not what
was going through his mind. We are friends. That’s all we’ve
ever been that’s all we’ll ever be.” She looked
down at her watch. “Are you satisfied now?”
A smile slowly pulled at the corner of
his lips. “Not nearly as satisfied if the kiss—”
“I don’t have time for
this. Good night, James.” As she walked out of the room she
said, “And that’s the last good night you’re going
to hear tonight. I’m going to be late for class.”
“There is
the hell does he think he is, calling you Sammy?”
“I don’t have to answer to
you. Where I go on my time is my business. Whom I choose to spend
that time with is also my business.” She looked at her watch.
“Look at that, it appears to be my time.”
Oh, Jesus, he couldn’t even say
the word. He wanted to ask her if Paul was her boyfriend but his
mouth wouldn’t form the words. He hadn’t even considered
her having a boyfriend. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth, closed
it, and then opened it again. “I don’t like the way he
touches you.”
Her gaze leveled, her eyes narrowed.
“And that’s my problem how?”
“He touches you like he knows
you.” His jaw clenched as his eyes moved over her. “Like
he knows your body.” Swallowing, he finished. “I don’t
like the thought of anyone knowing your body but me.”
“I’m leaving.” She
turned. “Like I said before, good night, James.”
“Stop,” James demanded.
“Tell me who he is.”
She stopped and then turned. “He’s
a friend,” she said after a moment.
“He doesn’t look at you
like he’s just your friend.”
She shifted the gym bag to her other
hand. “I’m sorry you don’t like the way he touches
me or looks at me. There’s nothing I can do about that.”
Lifting her shoulders, she added, “Not that I would.”
He sucked in a long breath, trying to
control his annoyance. “I don’t recall you ever being
this sassy before.” If it wasn’t for the hint of jealousy
he was feeling, he knew that he would be enjoying her brazen ways. “I
guess I’m going to have to start calling you my sassy angel.”
“I’m not your angel
anymore.”
“Are you Paul’s?”
Irritation crept through him. He didn’t like feeling this way.
When Samantha had been with him there had never been any reason for
jealousy. She had been his, without a doubt. No one else mattered.
“I don’t understand what
your problem is.” She lifted her shoulders, and then dropped
them. “You don’t want me; you never did.”
“I was devoted to you.”
“That’s bullshit,”
she snapped angrily.
He pushed the words through his teeth.
“Answer the question, Samantha. Who the hell is he?”
She, too, gritted her teeth when she
spoke. “I don’t believe that’s any of your
business. And I don’t believe I have to answer any of your
questions.”
“Perhaps Paul would like to know
that only moments ago you were passionately kissing—”
“I told you, he’s a friend.
And you’re mistaken if you think there was passion in that
kiss.”
His gaze fell to the floor as he tried
to control his emotions. “How good of a friend?”
She hesitated and adjusted her bag in
her hand again. She looked over her shoulder toward the door before
she spoke. “Good enough to be my yoga instructor.”
He looked up swiftly. “Yoga
instructor?”
“Yes. He also happens to be my
chiropractor.”
“Chiropractor?” James
puckered his lips as he said the word. “That’s all? He’s
nothing more than a friend, instructor, and chiropractor?”
“Why, are you going to beat him
up if he is?”
“I’ve thought about it.”
“Will you grow up?” she
snapped, shaking her bag in irritation. “There is nothing
between us.”
“At least not on your part.”
“On his part either.”
“I saw the way he was looking at
you.” The muscle in his jaw flexed again. “I’m a
man. I know what’s going through his mind.”
“I promise that’s not what
was going through his mind. We are friends. That’s all we’ve
ever been that’s all we’ll ever be.” She looked
down at her watch. “Are you satisfied now?”
A smile slowly pulled at the corner of
his lips. “Not nearly as satisfied if the kiss—”
“I don’t have time for
this. Good night, James.” As she walked out of the room she
said, “And that’s the last good night you’re going
to hear tonight. I’m going to be late for class.”
“There is
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