I pushed him away, struggling to stand on my feet and ignoring the smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

His smirk widened and he stepped closer while I staggered backwards. "I think what you mean to say is," he trailed a finger down my hair, "thank you."

I slapped his hand away, giving him a stern look. "I mean it, Jason. What are you doing here."

He shrugged. "I could ask you the same thing."

From the look on his face, I could tell immediately that he wouldn't answer my question and it bugged me.

This was exactly why I didn't do one-night stands, they never ended well. And I never had the best of luck.

Of course, it made sense why he suddenly showed up here after our rendezvous.

"Regretting it already?" His voice snapped the rest of my thoughts away. "Don't tell me you really think we shouldn't have fucked that night?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you, a psychiatrist?"

"Close enough," he lifted a shoulder casually, and leaned to press a kiss on my cheek. "I'm a dentist, honey."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, giving him a dirty look. "Stay away from me, Jason."

"Ouch! That wasn't what you said the last time I was inside you."

My eyes grew wide and I looked around frantically, hoping no one heard him.

"Keep your voice down, will you?"

"Why? You remember how loud you were the other night?"

"Jason!"

"Different intonation last night."

I scoffed, glaring at the stupid smirk on his face. "It was around three in the morning, idiot."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between us. "So you remember what happened then?"

A tingle shot down my spine at his callous expression and I sucked in a sharp breath. "Of course, I do."

He reached for my hair, playing with the strands. "Tell me, do you still think about it?"

I shut my eyes as his minty breath fanned my face, a sizzling electricity sparking between us.

"Jason," I moaned despite myself.

He chuckled, the sound dark and wicked, "there it is. I love the way you breathe out my name, Tara. Makes me really hard."

I didn't know if we'd both lost our minds or we just didn't care anymore.

But we were in the middle of the road, where people were actively passing by and yet, Jason was still flirting with me.

Making me aroused and telling me about his hardness that I could literally feel with my thighs.

"You think you should be walking around with a boner?" I asked, looking up to meet his seductive gaze.

As if he knew what I was thinking, his lips curled up and I caught sight of pearly white teeth.

"Not if you helped me ease it up," he tipped my chin up so I could get a better look. "What do you say, darling?"

I opened my mouth to respond but Tracy's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Tara, goodness!" She hurried towards us and I quickly tore myself away from Jason. "I was looking everywhere for you, where did you-"

She stopped, eyeing Jason who had tucked his hands into his pockets in an effort to conceal his arousal.

I tried hard not to snicker at that but there was a small smile on my lips.

"Jason?" She called and I straightened but she turned to look at me. "Do you know him, Tara?"

"No!"

"Yes."

I glared at Jason, giving him a warning look which he ignored. Tracy, on the other hand, didn't know who to believe between the two of us.

"We met at the Rivers motel just outside of town," Jason provided even though no one asked, "she kept me company for a long time-"

"By talking," I interjected before he could say more, throwing him a look. "We barely know each other, just our first names."

Tracy cocked a brow and I realized how untruthful I sounded but I didn't want to drag the conversation any longer.

"Were you able to get everything?" I asked cheerily, slipping my arm through hers.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you practically left me to do the entire haul myself. I knew I said I would do the work but you should've watched to see how we do things around here."

"I know. I'm sorry," I batted my lashes at her, squeezing gently. "I just got distracted."

Jason mumbled something under his breath and we both shot him a look.

"What was that?" Tracy quipped and he shook his head.

"Nothing, I was just wondering why Tara here is pretending not to know me," he placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "I'm deeply insulted."

I rolled my eyes, pulling Tracy's arm. "Come on, Tracy. Ignore him and let's go."

"And you're sure you don't know him?"

"Yes!" I groaned, exasperated.

"But, I do," Jason cut in with a smile. "Tara Henry from Chicago.

My mouth dropped open and Tracy turned to me. Now, I looked like the liar.

"I must have said a lot that night," I sputtered, throwing my arms around but she didn't buy it.

I threw Jason another 'what the hell' glare but he winked, looking too proud of himself.

Of course, I told him my full name. I was incredibly loose mouthed when I was stimulated.

At least, I didn't tell him my real name.

"It was nice to see you, Jason," Tracy mumbled, tugging me gently. "Come on."

"Hold on," Jason stepped forward, crossing his arms across his chest. "If I'm not mistaken, you girls are moving quite a few things to an apartment."

"It's none of your-"

"Yes," Tara cut in, giving me the side eye. "Tara will be staying with us at Suzie's."

Jason clapped, grinning brightly. "I was heading in that direction anyways, let me give you girls a ride."

"No, we'll be fine on our own. Thanks," I said through gritted teeth and was about to walk away but Tracy was staring at me. "What?"

She shrugged. "We can't carry all of that by ourselves, Tara. Let him help."

Oh, come on!

I groaned under my breath, turning to look at Jason who still had a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Fine," I sighed, tucking my hands into my jeans pockets. "I suppose Jason could give us a ride."