The way they chatted about anything and everything, made me wonder if they haven’t kept in contact all of these years. Yes I was jealous. I would be the first one to admit it but who wouldn’t be? If it was the other way around, Brett would pound the guys face in.
Brett loves you. I scoffed. I never once questioned his love for me but now, seeing the two of them together when it was supposed to be just him and I, had me wondering what Anna’s motives truly were.
We reached the elevator across the large lobby and I punched the button leading to the top floor where Brett’s apartment was. I couldn’t believe that he would be living with another woman. They are just friends, Evvie. Just friends. I repeated the mantra over and over in my head and took a deep breath, easing the racing of my heart.
Laughter boomed behind me and I rolled my eyes and stabbed the button again. The large door opened as Anna and Brett came up behind me and I stepped into the open space. Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms under my chest.
“Brett, remember when you told Mathis…” Anna giggled and shook her head.
Brett laughed along with her. “If the fucker would have given me full control like he said he would in the first place.”
She placed her hand on his arm. “I am Mathis Verlinden. I know all and see all. I am God’s gift to everyone,” she said, in a fake European accent.
Now they had inside jokes? Really? My blood boiled. I couldn’t get away quick enough.
Brett’s smile faltered when he caught my stare. His gaze heated, taking me in.
Get over yourself buddy. I’m pissed at you.
The doors opened a moment later and I shoved past them both, stomping down the hall. My head reeled. Did they spend time together in New York? Did she have a boyfriend? Was she after mine? Never experiencing this kind of jealousy before, I didn’t like how it made me feel. I was ashamed of myself. My daddy raised me better.
I sighed and unlocked the door to Brett’s apartment and headed to his bedroom. Needing to get away, I shut myself in his bathroom. Yes, I ran. Again. But I needed to collect myself. I needed to figure out what the hell just happened.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I gripped the white counter top until my knuckles ached. After all that we’ve been through, you’d think that this would be nothing but why did I feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest?
The sound of the door shutting made me startle. I looked up and met Brett’s stare in the mirror.
“Do you know what I had planned for our drive home?” I bit out.
“No,” he said, leaning against the door.
I shook my head. “Of course you don’t.” I wanted to tell him about the odd phone conversation with Evan but I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the man standing a few feet away from me.
“You’re pissed.” Brett rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, the veins in his thick forearms protruding at the movements.
My mouth watered as memories of those strong arms holding me, flooded my mind.
Maybe I was overreacting. Anna could be a nice person. I bit back a scoff. No woman could be friends with Brett or even just work for the guy and not want to fuck him. It wasn’t possible. I was living proof of it. “Where’s your friend?”
“She went back to her place to grab some things,” he responded, watching me.
“Did you sleep with her?” The words left my lips before I could even think twice about what I was asking.
His gaze snapped to mine, his jaw clenching. “Why?”
I didn’t move from my spot at the counter as he stood behind me. “Did you?” I demanded.
Brett’s fingers grazed the back of my neck before trailing down my arm.
The light touch sent goose bumps raising over my skin. My body hummed. It had been way too long. Self-satisfaction wasn’t enough when you had this man to take care of your every waking desire.
“Are you jealous?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on my bare shoulder.
“Should I be?” I watched him in the mirror as his lips parted, reining soft feathery touches on my skin.
He fisted a hand in my hair and pulled my head back.
I gasped, my core throbbing at the rough but delicious movement while I gripped the counter tight.
“The answer to your question, my little vixen, is no, I did not fuck her.” His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing my jaw in a firm hold.
I swallowed. “Ever?”
Brett tugged my head back further. “We’re old friends. I’ve never fucked her.”
“Okay,” I whispered. As jealous as I was of the beautiful British woman, I believed him. I had to.
Our gazes collided in the mirror.
“Do you believe me?” he asked, his voice lowering.