The Wager - Dyken Rachel Van - Страница 17

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Char wanted to cry. Actually, she wanted to jump out of Jake’s lap and throw something. Jake had been a better family to her in just a few hours than her parents had been in years! Family? As far as she was concerned, he’d just acted more like family than they ever had. A battle raged within her: stand up and slap her own mother across the face? Or storm out?

Instead, she pulled away from Jake’s viselike grip and stood glaring at both her parents for a minute. She would never seek their approval. It was pointless to try, so instead she was going to enjoy showing them that she could be happy without them.

“Jake, you’re right. Let’s call Grandma and see if she wants to join us for dinner.”

He stood and pulled her into his arms. “Great plan.” With no warning whatsoever, his lips were on hers. He kissed her as if he wasn’t faking it. As if he really liked her and wanted to prove to her parents what they were missing out on. Again, she was swept up into the moment of what it would feel like to be wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his mouth. It was her birthday, after all.

They broke apart when her dad cleared his throat.

“Now, Char. Do you think it’s best to be seen with a playboy—”

Jake laughed. “Millionaire playboy.” His smirk was so condescending Char wanted to punch him, but they’d asked for it. “At least get the title right.” With a wink he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few hundred-dollar bills. “Let’s go, love.”

Without so much as a wave, they left the restaurant and got into Jake’s car. Satisfaction felt sweet when her dad’s eyes bulged at the sight of Jake’s car.

And then, once they were at least a mile from the restaurant, Char burst into tears. 

Cursing, Jake pulled the car over and turned it off. “I’m so sorry, Char. If I’d had any clue they’d treat you like—”

He cursed again, wanting nothing more than to strangle both of her parents for ruining their daughter’s birthday. What the hell were they thinking, comparing Char to her sister? Char was unique, her own person. Normally that was how he described women with no body or personality, but not Char. He actually meant it. She was different, but in a way that made a man take notice. She was undeniably fierce… With a body as beautiful as sin and an attitude to match, it didn’t even make sense that they would find her lacking. A chemist? Her sister was a boring chemist? It made no sense. They made no sense. The more he dwelt on it, the more pissed he became.

“dirt?” Char offered, wiping her eyes. “It’s fine. I don’t know why I expected any different. I guess maybe it was the car, or the dress, or maybe even you.”

“I thought if they at least saw you they’d feel guilty, and if that didn’t work then at least they’d be envious that you were having the time of your life.” Jake swore. “I swear that was not what I had planned.”

“Oh, yeah.” Char giggled. “What was your plan?”

“Oh, you know.” Jake played with a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. “Sweep you off your feet. Be Prince Charming to your Cinderella… only this time the plan was to actually be the guy to take off the shoe rather than to try to find the girl fitting into it.”

“So you would be the naughty Prince Charming? Taking off the princess’s shoes? Scandalous.”

Jake laughed as his heart pounded loudly against his chest. “I didn’t say I was totally redeemed, you know.”

Char seemed to like that. She laughed and then looked up at him with clear green eyes. “I like a little bad boy.”

She was so close. He hadn’t meant to kiss her at the restaurant but he was just so damn pissed at her parents; he’d wanted to prove to them that even if they didn’t find their daughter worthy, he sure as hell did. The only problem was, as much as Char probably felt like he was being the prince, he really felt like the villain. He couldn’t fall for her—and he was a bit terrified that he was already halfway there.

“Are you going to kiss me again?”

Jake nodded. “Another rule of birthdays.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Char leaned in closer until her lips grazed his.

“Kisses don’t count. So if I kiss you, say, right now…” His lips met hers. “And again right now… you can’t slap me or hold it against me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” He licked the corner of her mouth and then placed his hands on either side of her head as he deepened the kiss.

His phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it. He ignored everything but her taste as the tart champagne from her tongue drove him insane.

The phone, however, wouldn’t stop.

Finally, with a curse, he pulled back and answered with a gruff “Hello?”

“Those bastards!” Grandma yelled.

“Huh?”

“I’m on my way.”

“What?” Jake was too focused on Char’s low-cut dress and swollen lips. “Where are you going?”

“To find you. I had Stuart call me. He told me everything.”

“Stuart? Who the hell is Stuart?”

Grandma sighed heavily, as if he was the one being ridiculous. “The waiter, Jake. You know, sometimes I wonder about you. He had a nametag. Meet me at the condo. We’re staying the night and we’re going to give her a party she won’t ever forget!”

Grandma hung up.

Jake swore and looked at Char. “So that was Grandma.”

“Yeah, I heard her. The woman doesn’t do quiet.”

“She wants to throw you a party.” Jake was still staring at his phone, then back at Char’s lips. “We should probably humor her.”

“Well.” Char buckled her seatbelt. “It is my birthday, after all… and I’m starving.”

“Me too.” Jake agreed, but he wasn’t hungry for food. No. He wanted more of her lips. Damn, but he wanted to consume her. Reining in his lust, he started the car again. “Well, let’s not keep her highness waiting.” 

Jake wasn’t at all prepared for what Grandma had planned. It was only four in the afternoon, after all. He had only planned for an early dinner with drinks.

What had previously been only him sweeping Char off her feet was now Grandma outdoing every nice thing he’d ever thought to do.

Because she brought along Char’s best friend.

“Kacey?” Char’s mouth dropped open when both Kacey and Travis walked into the condo. Grandma told them to have some champagne and sit tight, and wait for the party of the century. Her words, not his.

After two hours Jake was convinced Grandma had fallen asleep at the wheel. Not that he cared. Char wanted to walk on the beach; he obliged her. Then she wanted more champagne, and hell, he would have given her whatever she wanted. He just wanted her to feel… wanted… desired. And damn if he didn’t want to be the guy to make her feel that way.

It had been a few hours since their last kiss, and he was seriously thinking about locking the door to the condo so he could do it again when his brother and future sister-in-law burst right in.

“Surprise!” Kacey squealed, running into the large living room.

“I can’t believe you guys are here!” Char ran into Kacey’s arms and hugged her. “How did you even—”

“Grandma.” Everyone said in unison.

Jake rose from his seat on the couch and went to shake his brother’s hand. “I’m surprised you could catch a flight out.”

Travis cursed. “You and me both. We barely had time to pack anything. I just tossed clothes from the floor into my bag and grabbed some frilly things for Kace.”

“Lingerie.” Kacey sighed. “He grabbed my silk lingerie.”

Travis shrugged. “I’m a guy.”

“And I can’t walk around naked!” Kacey all but shouted.

Travis didn’t seem to care, lucky bastard. “You’ll be fine.” He winked.

Kacey blushed and looked away. “So Char, Grandma tells me Jake’s been your knight in shining armor today.”

“Whoa, there.” Jake put up his hands. “Don’t go ruining my bad reputation.”

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