#Chapter8
JAMESON
Present day
/"What are you doing hiding behind that plant, Jameson?/" Shelia’s blue eyes grew playful in an attempt at bedroom charm. I knew what she wanted. Crowds and admiration always turned her on.
Too bad.
She would have to look elsewhere. We hadn’t slept together since before Vegas, and now that I’d found her again, Shelia was nothing more than an annoyance I had to get rid of... and fast.
/"I just wanted some air, Shelia. You know I’m not good with crowds./"
Shelia’s eyes turned downward like they did when she knew I was lying. She could always tell. Hell, anyone could. I wore my emotions on my face and my heart on my sleeve.
I crossed my arms, waiting for her to call me on it, but all she asked was, /"Are you ready to go home?/"