“Is that my phone?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s been going off forever. Someone is trying to text you and call you,” Tommy stated, but Vic just stared at her.
She walked over toward him and went to take the phone from his hand, but he didn’t release it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him, and he stared at her a moment. Vic was overwhelmed with feelings of possessiveness and ownership. It was fucking crazy. She was a human being and she had rights and a life. So why was he suddenly wanting to lock her away and keep her for himself? It was so crazy.
He released the phone and stood up.
* * * *
Elise wasn’t sure what was going on. She could tell that Vic w
as uptight about her cell phone going off and that Tommy appeared angry. She looked down at her phone, hoping to find answers as she located the numerous text messages and missed calls. They were mostly from Tagart.
She hit the initial one and scrolled through the others. All indicated his attempt at getting her to meet him, have lunch with him, and hang out at his hotel room. What an asshole.
She deleted them then scrolled through her missed calls. He apparently tried that route, too, but there was also a call from two of the guys who were competing in the bull-riding contest.
“I missed some calls from Keith and Corey. They have some questions.”
“Why do they want to talk to you?” Tommy asked.
“I don’t know. They probably have more questions about the bull-riding contest.”
“What’s there to know? You ride the fucking bull, hold on as long as you can, and that’s it,” Vic stated abruptly as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at her.
She looked at Tommy.
“And the text messages?”
She turned away. “Nothing. I deleted them.”
“Who were they from?” Vic asked.
“It’s not important.”
He uncrossed his arms and stared at her.
“Is that right? That asshole Tagart is still trying to get down your pants and you don’t think it’s important to let your boyfriends know about it?” he asked, sounding very angry.
“Boyfriends?” she replied.
Vic looked at Tommy and then they both looked back at her.
“Well, last night wasn’t a one-night fucking stand for me,” Tommy told her.
“I know that and it wasn’t for me either. I don’t understand why you’re angry with me. What did I do from the time I went to take a shower to now?”
Both men looked like they were thinking that over.
Vic ran his fingers through his hair. He looked so sexy with his black button-down cowboy shirt, his dark jeans, and bare feet. Tommy looked just as yummy wearing a deep burgundy button-down shirt with the first few buttons undone and his dark jeans.
Vic walked closer to her, lifted her up, and placed her onto the kitchen counter.
He pressed his thick body between her thighs and then placed his hands on her waist.
“We’re acting like jealous assholes. Sorry, baby. I’m just feeling so possessive of you right now.”