"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
I don't know whether to feel impressed or worried that Mr. Mine doesn't seem to care he has other people around us staring.
"I thought I could live without you," he says between clenched teeth, "but the moment I saw some boy dare touching what's mine, I knew I was wrong."
Oh, Mr. Mine.
"I need you, and just you."
"Because you were jealous?"
"Possessive."
"Which also means...jealous."
"Damn you."
All I can do is look at him this time, and not just because our rapid exchange of words has me temporarily out of breath.
I'm dying, self.
And it's all because of the way he's said those words. It's almost like he's telling me...
I love you.
Tiger-gold eyes narrow at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Because I think you're in love with me.
That's really what I think.
What I feel.
But since I also know it's too early to drop that kind of bomb—-
"Because it's my first time to have a man jealous over me."
It's the truth, but not quite the truth either.
Mr. Mine studies me broodingly. "So you were trying to make me jealous."
"I wasn't—-"
"It doesn't matter."
"But I really wasn't—-"
"I'll make sure to take the necessary steps so you will have no reason to make me feel jealous again."
I know I should insist on clarifying that I truly wasn't trying to make him jealous, but his words have me successfully distracted. "Steps? What kind of steps?"
His tiger-gold eyes gleam, and I realize too late I've fallen for his trap.
"To start with...I'll take you up to my suite."
Holy—-
"Remove your clothes."
Holy—
"And make you cum again and again until you understand that you are the only woman I'm craving for."
Holy fuck-a-poley.