Chapter 32

He ignored me, intent on running his gaze over Wills in a way that stripped off my lover’s clothes. “We can make up for lost time, though, doll baby. Why don’t you ditch the killjoy here and spend the evening with me? I’m very good.” His voice was heavy with innuendo. “I can show you things, teach you things, make you feel things…”

“I’ve had it with you, Jay.” My hands bunched into fists, and I took a step toward him. “I’m gonna…”

Wills’s hand on my arm stopped me. “It’s okay, babe.” His eyes, cold and flat, looked over Jay in a way that made it obvious he wasn’t impressed by what he saw. “You’re Jay.”

“My reputation precedes me, I see.” He smirked archly, oblivious to that stare. If Wills ever looked at me the way he was looking at Jay, I’d want to curl up in a corner and die.

“I didn’t recognize you without the werewolf mask on. You were trying to ram your tongue down My. Lover’s. Throat.”

“Big fucking whoop. It didn’t mean anything. He’s a whore, just like the rest of us.”