With a grunt she sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. Soon her eyes felt heavy and she fell asleep.
* * *
The sound of the TV jolted her awake. Slowly, Char rose from the couch and grabbed the remote to turn it off.
But when she reached for the button, something on the screen caught her eye.
“Holy crap.” She turned it up, more awake than she’d been in hours.
“Millionaire playboy Jake Titus returns to party scene.” The reporter said. “He was seen downtown at hot spots Brazeel and Ice. Sources say he left with not one, but two women on his arm. Rumors have gone rampant over the past week, ever since Mr. Titus was asked to step down from Titus Enterprises. Women all over Seattle must be happy to see the city’s most famous bachelor in high spirits and back to his old self.”
The remote fell from her hand.
Shaking, Char took a sip of wine.
The ass.
He was toying with her, playing a game, and she’d totally fallen for it again! How many times in the past few days had she promised herself she wouldn’t fall, and yet she justified her feelings because he had seemed so different.
Clearly, leopards didn’t change their spots.
And Jake Titus could sleep with whomever the hell he wanted. She was done, completely done.
Chapter Twenty-eight
The first thing Jake thought when he woke up alone in his bed was that God had taken away his sex drive in order to punish him.
But if he was really being honest…
It wasn’t God.
It was Char.
He wasn’t sure if he should hate her or just run over to her house and have his way with her over and over again.
Two girls, both gorgeous, both models… and nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even the whiskey had turned sour in his stomach the minute they’d both started stripping in front of him. He’d actually told them he had to go to the bathroom.
An all-time low.
The bathroom? Had he lost his damn mind?
He pulled a total chick move, ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat with his head in his hands—shaking, yes, shaking over the fact that he’d completely lost control of his life.
All because of a stupid girl he’d met at a stupid junior high camp, that had a stupidly amazing body with stupid bright eyes and luscious lips and—
Well, at that point, in the bathroom, he had more than a drive back.
But then he heard the girls, the twins, calling his name.
And there it went.
Down the toilet.
He sat there for ten minutes. Then, walked out of the bathroom making the lamest excuse known to players everywhere. “Look, I’m just not feeling it tonight. I’m sick.”
The girls both looked at one another and then approached him. Twin one had a black lacey bra and underwear on and twin number two was wearing nothing at all.
Maybe he was gay?