Playing With Fire (Firehouse Fourteen Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Lisa B. Kamps
the sofa.
He threw the blanket and pillow down, then made Angie sit as well. He looked down at her, his breathing still harsh but not as heavy, and ran a hand down his face.
"Fuck," he repeated. He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it closed, shaking his head. He turned to go back to his room, thought better of it, stopped and leaned down to place a quick kiss on the top of her head. He didn't miss the look of shock on her face as he turned and stormed back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
And locking it.
He had told her she was playing with fire? Yeah, he had never before been so wrong, because he was the one sitting here, burning up.
Fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
Angie sat on the edge of the tub, her brush held loosely in her hand, and seriously considered throwing herself out the bathroom window. There were only two problems with that.
First, she didn't think she could fit through the window.
And second, Jay lived on the ground floor.
Oh God, how was she ever going to face him? She had never ever been so mortified. Ever. And she had never ever done anything like what she did last night. Even now she could feel her face flaming with embarrassment. What had she thought to accomplish? What idiocy had possessed her to come onto Jay like that? And that stunt in his bedroom.
She swallowed a groan and lowered her face into her hands. The thought of going out there and facing him was more than she could bear. It was beyond humiliating, and she still didn't know what had gotten into her.
Yeah, she had been upset because Todd had shown up at the bar last night. Not really upset, more irritated then anything else. She didn't know why, but suddenly having Jay show her some attention had made her think that maybe she could turn it around, make it look like something else so Todd would leave.
Only she didn't really care what Todd thought, so that excuse didn't really cut it. And then when Jay said he was watching out for her because Dave had asked him to, well, that just irritated her even more.
She had been crushing on Jay for so long, and she was thoroughly tired of him looking at her like she was some kid. The insane idea to flirt with him had seized her as soon as she realized her car wouldn't start. Not that the two had anything to do with each other, but that's how it worked out. So yeah, she thought it would be fun to flirt with him, maybe get him to open his eyes and realize she wasn't a kid.
And yeah, didn't that backfire on her?
Well, no, not really, because she was pretty sure he definitely did not think of her as a kid any longer.
No, he probably thought she was some kind of slut now.
What on earth had she been thinking to act that way? To practically throw herself at him and then to try and act like some kind of seductress? And she had actually touched herself, in front of him, begging him to take her. She had never done anything like that before, ever.
And she had absolutely nothing to blame it on, either. She hadn't been drinking, she wasn't on the rebound. The moon wasn't even full.
Angie stood up and tossed all of her things into the back pack, then took care straightening up after herself. Jay was a neat freak, which kind of surprised her, though she wasn't sure why.
And yes, she was procrastinating, because she did not want to go out there and face him.
She moved to the front of the sink and glanced in the mirror, frowning at her reflection before she yanked her hair back and pulled into a pony tail. Her watch beeped the half hour and she sighed. She couldn't stay in Jay's bathroom all day, not when she had to be at the clinic in an hour and a half.
And walking was out of the question, because even she wasn't that energetic. Although maybe a twelve mile run would ease some of her embarrassment.
No, that wouldn't work either. She'd still have to leave the bathroom, which meant she'd still run into Jay. He was up, had already been up when she finally woke up and crawled out
He threw the blanket and pillow down, then made Angie sit as well. He looked down at her, his breathing still harsh but not as heavy, and ran a hand down his face.
"Fuck," he repeated. He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it closed, shaking his head. He turned to go back to his room, thought better of it, stopped and leaned down to place a quick kiss on the top of her head. He didn't miss the look of shock on her face as he turned and stormed back to his room, slamming the door behind him.
And locking it.
He had told her she was playing with fire? Yeah, he had never before been so wrong, because he was the one sitting here, burning up.
Fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
Angie sat on the edge of the tub, her brush held loosely in her hand, and seriously considered throwing herself out the bathroom window. There were only two problems with that.
First, she didn't think she could fit through the window.
And second, Jay lived on the ground floor.
Oh God, how was she ever going to face him? She had never ever been so mortified. Ever. And she had never ever done anything like what she did last night. Even now she could feel her face flaming with embarrassment. What had she thought to accomplish? What idiocy had possessed her to come onto Jay like that? And that stunt in his bedroom.
She swallowed a groan and lowered her face into her hands. The thought of going out there and facing him was more than she could bear. It was beyond humiliating, and she still didn't know what had gotten into her.
Yeah, she had been upset because Todd had shown up at the bar last night. Not really upset, more irritated then anything else. She didn't know why, but suddenly having Jay show her some attention had made her think that maybe she could turn it around, make it look like something else so Todd would leave.
Only she didn't really care what Todd thought, so that excuse didn't really cut it. And then when Jay said he was watching out for her because Dave had asked him to, well, that just irritated her even more.
She had been crushing on Jay for so long, and she was thoroughly tired of him looking at her like she was some kid. The insane idea to flirt with him had seized her as soon as she realized her car wouldn't start. Not that the two had anything to do with each other, but that's how it worked out. So yeah, she thought it would be fun to flirt with him, maybe get him to open his eyes and realize she wasn't a kid.
And yeah, didn't that backfire on her?
Well, no, not really, because she was pretty sure he definitely did not think of her as a kid any longer.
No, he probably thought she was some kind of slut now.
What on earth had she been thinking to act that way? To practically throw herself at him and then to try and act like some kind of seductress? And she had actually touched herself, in front of him, begging him to take her. She had never done anything like that before, ever.
And she had absolutely nothing to blame it on, either. She hadn't been drinking, she wasn't on the rebound. The moon wasn't even full.
Angie stood up and tossed all of her things into the back pack, then took care straightening up after herself. Jay was a neat freak, which kind of surprised her, though she wasn't sure why.
And yes, she was procrastinating, because she did not want to go out there and face him.
She moved to the front of the sink and glanced in the mirror, frowning at her reflection before she yanked her hair back and pulled into a pony tail. Her watch beeped the half hour and she sighed. She couldn't stay in Jay's bathroom all day, not when she had to be at the clinic in an hour and a half.
And walking was out of the question, because even she wasn't that energetic. Although maybe a twelve mile run would ease some of her embarrassment.
No, that wouldn't work either. She'd still have to leave the bathroom, which meant she'd still run into Jay. He was up, had already been up when she finally woke up and crawled out
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