Unforgiven(46)

“Having fun with Jess?” Jonah asks as he drops some ice into a glass.
“Yeah. I’ve really missed her.”
“She’s gorgeous,” he says as he tips the bottle of vodka and pours a small amount into the glass before he hesitates.
“She is.”
“So are you, Lindsay.”
I let out a long sigh. “Jonah, can we please not do this right now.”
“Do what? I can’t tell you you’re beautiful?” He sets the bottle of vodka on the island and turns toward me quickly. His large hands grip each side of my head.
“Look at me, Lindsay.” His voice is commanding and his brown eyes search mine. “Last night wasn’t a one-time deal for me,” he whispers as he presses his soft lips to my jaw. With slow kisses, his lips travel up my jaw to the sensitive spot just behind my ear. He sucks lightly on my ear lobe and I feel my head fall back, giving him more access to my neck. “I will be doing that to you again,” he mumbles against my neck.
“There won’t be an again,” I say gently, pushing him away.
“What’s going on over here?” the husky male voice says and begins laughing. Jonah steps back and I rub the spot on my neck that he was nibbling on.
“Just welcoming our guests,” Jonah says as he stirs the cranberry juice in my drink. “Dominic, have you met my next-door neighbor, Lindsay?”
“Actually, it’s pretty funny. I was at her place earlier…” He laughs as if it’s funny. Jonah visibly tenses up when Dominic says that.
“We met in the hallway one day,” I interrupt him. “He was knocking on your door and you weren’t home. I was just getting home from work. We talked for just a few minutes in the hall, and that’s how we met.” My answers are short and direct.#p#分页标题#e#
“What she said.” He laughs and takes a long drag on a cigarette. “We exchanged phone numbers, we’re ‘friends.’” He makes with air quotes. The smoke swirls from his mouth and hangs heavy over the kitchen island. I swat it away from my face, and Jonah looks suspiciously at Dominic.
“So you went to her place today? And you two exchanged phone numbers?” he questions him and looks at me.
“Just stopped by and invited her to the party. Don’t worry, man. I’m not going to move in on your old lady.” He pulls a shot glass off the kitchen island and fills it with Jack Daniel’s and tosses it back, smacking his lips when he’s finished. “But it worked, didn’t it? Got your girl here.” He winks at me and saunters away back to the girl who is still leaning against the wall.
“Stay away from him, Lindsay,” Jonah orders. He stares at Dominic as he walks away. His glare is icy and cold. “He’s bad news.”
“Yeah, of course. I mean, he’s your friend…”
“He’s not my friend. He’s Jason’s friend. I don’t like that punk. Delete his number from your phone.” I nod at him as he hands me my drink. Opening the refrigerator, he pulls out a bottle of water for Jess and walks it over to her where she still stands talking to two girls she walked up to minutes ago. Just then, there is a loud noise and glass shatters when a girl who was dancing drops her glass, shattering it on the wood floor. Jonah is visibly annoyed as he walks to the hall closet and pulls out a broom and dust pan.
Jonah sweeps up the glass as people continue to dance around him, making it difficult for him to clean up. I turn around and quietly flip the latch on the sliding patio door and step out onto his balcony, closing the door behind me. It’s still miserably hot as I lean on the edge of the railing and prop my chin on my hand, watching the cars drive on the street twenty-two stories below.
I can make out the stars in the clear sky and the crescent moon sits high in the sky. Jonah’s patio curves around to the other side of his condo and there are patio doors into the master bedroom and the living room. The living room door slides open and Dominic steps out onto the dark patio.
“There you are,” he says, the cigarette from earlier still hanging from his lips. I don’t say anything in return as he walks closer and leans on the railing next to me. “I was surprised to get a text from you,” he says and flicks the butt of his cigarette off the balcony. I watch the red ember fade as it falls to the street below. His hand reaches into his front pocket and he pulls out the baggie of pills and holds them out to me.
“I could only get fifty,” he says, “but I should be able to get more later this week.”
“Fifty is great for now,” I say, reaching for the baggie.