“Shame, I was hoping you’d be alone,” says Kristie and runs a finger along the skin above my open shirt. “We always catch up when we’re in the same city, huh?”
As she moves to press herself against me, I turn to pull out coffee beans. “Make some coffee while I shower,” I tell her.
“Me?”
“You do know how to make some?”
“Yeah, babe, but I don’t normally make coffee for other people.”
“Fine.”
Kristie slides a hand in mine. “But, I guess you’re not other people.”
With a small smile, I tug my hand away and head back upstairs. Here’s a new emotion I haven’t felt for a while. Guilt. But why guilt? I hooked up with Kristie last month but I hadn’t kissed Ruby at that point, she was just a girl in my daydreams. But in my experience, chicks don’t react well to other ones turning up at my house. Especially, when they’ve both been in my bed.
When I return to the bedroom, Ruby sits cross-legged on my bed and engrossed in something on her phone. She glances at me as I come into the room then returns to her viewing.
“I know her,” she says. “I should’ve guessed you guys would be friends.”
“Yeah.”
Why isn’t she mad? I attempt to read her expression but we both know how good each other are at hiding.
“She said you’d arranged to meet up with her. You going out today then?” asks Ruby.
“If that’s okay.”
She arches and eyebrow. “Seriously, you’re not asking for my permission, are you, Jem Jones?”
Now I’m lost. Good, she’s not being pissy and accusing me of sleeping with another woman and all the drama that entails, but not good if she doesn’t give a shit whether I do or not. Plus, I’ve noticed she uses my full name if she’s trying to distance herself by making me Jem Jones instead of her Jem.
Her Jem?
“I haven’t seen Kristie since I came back from LA.”
“You don’t need to justify yourself.” She scrolls through the phone, not looking up. “I’m sure I’ll be able to entertain myself.”
“Just lunch.”
Ruby shrugs, focused on the screen. Confused as hell, I head for the shower.