8
Trinity
Seeing James flustered was almost as big of a turn on as the angry s*x we had the other night. I was telling the truth when I said I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. About him. He’d become my favorite fantasy, and even though I hated him for it, I couldn’t stop myself from remembering every second.
“Maybe we should do it again sometime,” he said.
I snorted. Not because I didn’t want to, but because we hated each other. I was not about to get involved with him. Not when all we did was argue. Or f**k. But that was a one time thing.
“Yeah, I don’t think so. Anyway, I’m meeting someone here.”
The fire in his eyes almost made me laugh. Pissing him off was fun, too.
“Are you staying here or did you want me to put your food at the table when it’s ready?” Piper asked, s
