Take a Breath(62)

Jessie rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, I can imagine that would be a bitch.”

My mouth drops. “Are you taking the piss?”

Jessie snorts. “No, Ana. Of course not, but what woman wouldn’t want to be made to feel wanted, special and protected?”

I throw my hands in the air. “Hey, whose side are you on here anyway?” I grumble.

Jessie puts her hands up in surrender. “Yours—you know that—but I’m trying to be devil’s advocate here. I mean come on, every woman loves that sort of shit deep down. It’s just that we would never admit it out loud?”

I can’t help but smile at Jessie. Why was she always right? I do hate the fact he’s trying to rule my every move, but at the same time it does ignite a certain familiar fire between my legs. I don’t know whether to hit him or throw myself on the desk and demand that he ravish me. Why do we have to have such conflicting emotions?

“Admit it, Ana. I know you want to go for a drink, but one of the reasons you want to, is so that you can make your ‘Overprotective boyfriend,’ even madder than he already is. You want to goad him for a reaction. You’re going, despite the fact you know he will be mad at you. You love it.”

I inhale a deep breath and say , “Jessie, you’re supposed to be on the side of women here. Power to us, and all that. If I just sat here like the good little girl he wants me to be until six o’clock, then it shows him that he can boss me about not only here, but in all areas of my life. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.”

Jessie pulls her chair over to me and nudges my shoulder. “And power to you girl. You show him. I’m all for it. But just be prepared for the consequences later, that’s all I’m saying.”

I swing my chair round and say , “Oh for fuck's sake. It’s only a fucking drink.”

I jump at the sound of a voice. “What’s only a fucking drink? You’re not going behind Jake’s back with someone are you?”

I turn around to find Michael hovering over me. “Not you as well, Michael? All I’m doing is going for a quick drink with Jessie after work, but Jake forbids it. At the moment it seems I have a target over my head.”

Michael winces at my choice of words and gives me a sympathetic smile. It is only then that I see just how good looking Michael really is.

He’s in his late twenties, has dark blonde wavy hair and dark blue eyes. His face has chiselled features—just like my Jake, but not as roguish as Jake. He’s very tall like most of the cops round here and doesn’t seem to have a chip on his shoulder—unlike his partner.

“Would it help if I came along? I could be your bodyguard for the duration.”

I look towards Jessie and back at Michael. “I think we’ll be fine, Michael. I don’t want to keep you from your work, but thanks anyway.”

Michael proceeds to pout. “I can take the hint where I’m not wanted.”

I feel bad all of a sudden. “Oh come on, Michael. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He starts laughing. “You’re a little shit Michael.”

I get up and whack him one across the arm. He’s laughing harder, but then suddenly stops and turns, looking serious in the direction of Jake’s office. I turn and find Jake staring over at us, with blind fury written across his face.

“Maybe it’s not a good idea. I’m going back to work. See you later, Ana, Jessie,” he says, quickly running off.

Jake is still staring at me with those piercing eyes of his. I decide to quickly sit back in my seat and get back to doing some work. Man, I’ve really pissed him off today.

Another ten minutes into work, my phone buzzes with a text message.

‘I’m seriously thinking of either moving you in here, or handcuffing you to my bed at home, so all the hawks around you will piss off. Stop fucking flirting!’

Oh dear, he is pissed. Maybe I should cancel that drink if he’s going to get like this. I quickly chastise myself. No, I have to show him that I will not bow down to his demands. I put my phone down on the desk, choosing to ignore his text message and try to get back to doing some work. It was really hard with everything flowing through my head at the moment, what with Jake and this killer out there doing God knows what. Concentration seems to be my weakest point going for me at this present time. The mind is everywhere but work. Maybe I should have taken more time off, but Jake wouldn’t have allowed that. He wants me here where he can see me at all times.





Chapter 20





Time at work seemed to drag on. When it got to lunchtime, I was about to head out and grab something, when Tom came running over with some salad for me. He then told me that he had been given orders from the highest authority and to please not leave the building or he will get into a lot of trouble for letting me go. I had sighed in exasperation, but did as I was told as it would have caused Tom some heartache if I did. Jake is a smart ass douchebag using other people to enforce his will on me. He thinks he’s being a clever dick, but I’ll show him later. The little imp inside me was fisting the air. I was suddenly feeling a little turned on by Jake’s possible reaction—once he finds out where I am. Damn that Jessie.