Page 118 of Red Marked

Shit.

No.

Come on.

Is this jealousy talking?

If I were here with Rift and a male bought her a drink, would I act the same way as I just did?

No.

If Rift went to dance with one of these fuckers, would I be pissed off?

Hell, if she left with one of them, would I mind?

Fuck!

“Okay.” I blow out a breath. “Fuck. Fine. I’ll do it.”

The waitress picks that exact moment to bring our food. Two baskets, a mountain of fries, onion rings stacked on top. She drops them on the table hard enough that the fries jump, and then walks off without a word.

“If you need it that badly, I’ll fuck you,” I tell her, my eyes on her.

Star stares at me.

Then she laughs.

Not a giggle. A deep, from-the-belly laugh that bends her forward over the table, which she holds on to with one hand.

I frown and wait her out.

She keeps going. She wipes under one eye and then starts again, snorting. She sounds a little hysterical.

“What?” I ask finally. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re kidding.” She can hardly get it out. “Right? You’re kidding me right now.”

“I’m not kidding, Star. I’m serious. Look at my face. I will fuck you. You don’t have to go home with one of these pricks.”

She picks up a napkin and dabs at the corners of her eyes, careful of the makeup, and she’s still smiling when she says it.

“Well. It’s a pity the offer’s off the table now.” She shrugs. “You had your chance. You turned me down.”

Star

Where does he get off?

He doesn’t get to turn me down flat and then act like a jealous asshole all night. He doesn’t get to glare at every male who so much as breathes in my direction.

Do I have any intention of going anywhere with any of these guys? Hell, no.

Does he need to know that? Another hell no.

Does he get to change his mind because he’s jealous? Because the thought of me banging one of these losers is killing him? Oh, hell freaking no way, with a cherry on top.

“Why is sex with me suddenly off the table?” Flint asks.

“You turned me down. Now it’s off the table.” I pick up an onion ring and bite into it. The batter crunches, and the onion inside is sweet, and I groan out loud because it is so good.