Jared interrupted our intimate moment. "What's it going to be?" He motioned at the bottles stacked neatly behind him.
"Martini, extra dirty." I shot off without thinking. He arched his eyebrow and c****d his head. I blushed at my abrasive, bold answer. I hadn't meant to say it, at least not like that. It was my drink of choice before I moved. I had planned on changing it. Now it was too late. Jared already had a martini glass chilling.
Tom and I watched Jared's easy movements as he fixed my drink. He loosened his grip on me and I felt his hand run up my thigh to trail across my hip. I flinched. Not with pain, though the bruises had darkened well overnight. I flinched at where the touch brought me, forced me back into the bathroom, screaming for help.
Tom stilled against me. Swiftly he p
