“Mm-hmm,” I say, glancing absently at the guy who flexes his muscles while cleaning the pool.
Smoothly, I shift my gaze and study Jaden’s body.
As my eyes run down, tingles roll between my thighs. I haven’t touched a man since, well... I was with him the last time.
Raising his eyes from his tablet, he shoots me a questioning look.
He looks pissed.
“You can’t talk, can you?” Harper asks.
I bend my knees and pull my laptop higher, hiding my face and eyes.
From time to time, I peek at Jaden.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“Is he close?’
“Uh-huh,” I murmur.
Jaden’s eyes flick at the pool boy, then glare at me.
Oh... Shit.
That’s what this is.
“So it’s the pool boy…” Harper says.
“I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later,” I say to her as Jaden shifts his eyes to me, his eyebrows lifting slowly.
The pool boy walks by before vanishing inside the house.
Without a word, Jaden rises to his feet and strides away.
“Jaden?”
I toss the laptop on the chair and rush after him. I catch up with him as he enters the house.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He cuts his way across the living room and swiftly veers into the bedroom.
I follow him, a bad feeling crawling up my chest.
Frozen, I stand in the doorway, waiting for him to exit the closet.
A few moments pass.
He emerges, clothed.
He wears a t-shirt, jeans, and boots. He drops all the clothes I bought for him on the bed and snatches his jacket from a chair.
He shrugs it on and heads to the door.
I block his way.
“I need to go, Senna,” he says firmly as he pulls a cigarette out of his jacket.