Part 2 (2/2)

”Really,” I snapped, ”Not all of us feel the need to wear a three piece suit on a freaking Sat.u.r.day morning.”

Really I should just slam the door in his face and go back to bed but it was the weekend, which meant my father would come over to yell at me instead of just his usual over the phone yelling.

Nope, didn't want that.

”Lets go.” I said slipping my purse over my shoulder and grabbing my keys off the hook.

Not wanting to get stuck in a car with him and knowing in forty-five minutes I was going to get a text asking me to come into the animal shelter I volunteered at, I suggested we take two cars.

Thankfully he was apparently too good for my car so he didn't put up a fight.

I desperately needed coffee so I told him to meet me at a little coffee shop I loved downtown.

By the time I got there Christopher was already sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in his hands.

I guess he was too good for the speed limit and too stuck up to be a gentleman and get me a coffee.

Getting my own coffee I debated whether I should just leave but unlike him I wasn't rude so one cup of coffee and then I would.

I sat down in the chair opposite him.

With a loud sigh he got up and took the chair closest to me pus.h.i.+ng it even closer as he sat.

”So here's the deal,” Christopher said pus.h.i.+ng his hand into my hair, ”Your dad will put me on his team if I can get you to date me.”

”Excuse me?” I asked slapping his hand that was now traveling down my neck.

”You heard me.”

”And why would my father want me dating you?”

With his foot Christopher pulled my chair around to face him and his hand went back to my neck. ”If you're dating me your father can claim that you're just biding your time with that silly vet thing till I get around to asking you to marry me.” Oh G.o.d. ”Don't freak out I'm not going to marry you or ask. You're not my type.”

”Then why do it?” I barked.

”I want on your father's team and I'm guessing,” he dropped his head on to my neck, ”You're a h.e.l.l of a good time in bed.”

I cringed back as his wet tongue darted out licking my neck.

Struggling to push his face away an arm fell across my shoulder pulling me away from Christopher's disgusting tongue.

”Olivia I didn't know you were around today?” Jonah's deep voice said from behind me.

Turning round I did a double take, the man sounded like Jonah from the club but he sure as h.e.l.l didn't look like him. The man wore tight black jeans that hung low off his hips, showing the waistband of his boxers as he leaned over, a white t-s.h.i.+rt covered his chest and a black leather jacket was in his hand. His golden blonde hair was pushed down falling across his forehead onto black-rimmed gla.s.ses and a sliver eyebrow piercing. Another piercing was in his ear and numerous tattoos could be seen on both arms.

Jonah in a suit was an amazing sight but Jonah like this had my mouth dry and sweat forming on my neck.

G.o.d please let it be Jonah and not a brother I silently prayed.

Reaching across me he offered his hand to Christopher, ”Jonah, Olivia's friend.”

Sweet Lord his tongue was also pierced.

Shaking my head from the naughty thoughts I was having about that tongue ring. I cleared my throat and said ”Jonah this is Christopher he works with my father.”

”Tell me Olivia do you want an employee of your fathers to be licking your neck in a coffee shop?” Holy s.h.i.+t. ”Answer me Olivia.”

”No, I really don't.” I whispered pulling at my sweater trying to cool myself off.

”My advice Christopher is to leave and do it very quickly.” Jonah said in a deadly quiet voice that promised a fight if he didn't do so.

With wide eyes and his mouth all but hanging open Christopher jumped up from his seat and stormed out of the coffee shop.

Shaking his head Jonah took Christopher seat. ”I'm sorry about that it's just I heard the offer he made you and it was either ask him to leave or kick his a.s.s. For your sake I went with the first option.”

I was speechless no one had taken care of me like that since Alex anda Tears stung my eyes as I stopped my mind from even thinking his name. Choking back the tears I smiled at Jonah but I could tell he wasn't buying it.

”So does your dad make it a habit to set you up with a.s.sholes?”

”Sadly, yes.”

A muscle in Jonah's jaw jumped as his face turned hard and unhappy. ”I'm sorry.” He said quietly.

”Don't be, I'm use to it.” Taking a sip of my coffee I let my eyes take in his different look and couldn't help telling him what I was thinking. ”You look so different without the suit.”

”The suit's just something I wear for work. This,” he gestured to his body, ”is me.”

Before I could blurt out how much I like the *just him' look I took another sip of my drink.

”Does it bother you I'm not a clean -cut suit?” He asked tilting his head to the side.

”Honestly,” I smiled, ”It makes me like you more.” Jonah's lips twitched up slightly. ”Suits don't really do it for me. Although I would happily take you either way.”

Giving me a s.e.xy come-hither look Jonah leaned in closer. ”Who are you and where have you been?”

Feeling confident by the s.e.xy look he was giving me I went for broke. ”I'm Olivia and it doesn't matter where I've been because right now, I'm right here.” Leaning into him so close I could feel his breath on my lip I whispered, ”So tell me Jonah what are you going to do with that.”

Licking his bottom lip his eyes dropped down to stare at my mouth. Taking his tongue ring between his teeth his eyes moved slowly back up. Letting go of the ring he murmured, ”I'm going to walk away.”

Pulling back to look at him full on I felt my heart shatter at what I saw. His eyes were looking down, his lips were preset into a thin line and the haunted look was back.

”I don't understand.” I whispered.

”You need a nice guy Olivia.”

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