“You should probably hurry,” I bit out. “Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”
“Shit, Felicity, I—” Something flashed in his eyes but I cut him off.
“Go Jason, just go.” I stared at the patterns in the plush carpet.
His heavy gaze lingered on me for another second and then, like always, he was gone.
I woke startled, my eyes straining against the darkness. Crap, my head hurt after one too many drinks. But I’d needed all the liquid courage I could get after spending the night watching Jason and Vaughn. His hand on her waist, her lips on his neck. The sexual energy rolling off them, infecting everyone in close proximity.
My stomach lurched and I pushed up on one elbow, waiting for the waves of nausea to pass. Just then, a creak out in the hall cut through the silence.
“Hailee?” I whispered.
Nothing.
Lying back down, I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes chasing shadows, when I heard the sound again. Ready to go out there and see who was up, I grabbed the covers. But my door swung open and Jason stepped inside.
“What are you—”
“Ssh,” he hissed, stalking further into the room.
“You can’t be in here,” I said, curling my hands into the sheet, keeping them pulled up around my body. His eyes pierced the darkness. Watching me.
Stalking my every move.
Not that I dared breathe with him so close.
“Where’s Vaughn? Shouldn’t you—”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“You’re in my room in the middle of the night. You don’t get to say what I can and can’t do.”
His lip curved deviously. “Wanna bet?” He edged closer, taking the air with him.
“Jason, this isn’t funny...”
“You naked under there, Giles?”
Oh God.
Heat pooled in my stomach when it should have been fear. Because Jason didn’t play nice, he played dirty.
Deadly.
Dangerously.
“You’re drunk,” I said, finding my voice again. “You should go.”
“You sure about that?” He was at the foot of the bed now, looking over me like a dark prince.
“I...”
He needed to leave.
I needed to tell him to leave right now.
Jason liked this game too much. A game I should never have gotten tangled up in.