He stumbled back, his expression so blank he clearly had no idea what was going on. He took a few more steps back then stopped, all the muscles in his body tight from the way he tensed. His temper ran rampant through his body, his physique projecting his emotions so easily. He was so cut it didn't seem real.
"You can have me, but don't expect me to turn the other way while you fuck your models at work. I'm not catching anything, so if that's how this is going to be, then you're wearing a condom." I wasn't sure if a condom would even satisfy me. He took my virginity and did it as romantically as possible-because he knew that was how I wanted it. Maybe I'd let my guard down and assumed more of him than I should. He never said we were exclusive, but if he was bedding me every night, why would he want anyone else?
He lowered his hands to his sides, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "Where is this coming from?"
I pointed at my neck. "Make sure you wipe off your lipstick marks before you come home, honey." I felt like a poor wife waiting for her husband to come home, only to find out he was getting his kicks elsewhere.
He rubbed his palm along his neck then stared at his hand, inspecting the lipstick mark. His eyes narrowed farther before understanding came over his gaze. He lifted his chin and looked at me, his jaw tight. "I'm flattered you're jealous."
"Jealous?" I hissed. "I'm not jealous. I'm just pissed."
"Same thing." The corner of his mouth rose in a smile.
I shook my head and held the towel over my body. "You're an asshole. Get out of my room." I stormed into the living room. That way I could shut the door.
