Chapter Ten
The heavy silence of the empty clubhouse hung around me like a thick blanket long after Jake’s footsteps faded down the hall. I stood behind the bar for what felt like hours, my fingers still tingling where his hand had cupped the back of my neck. My jealousy, which had felt like an ugly, consuming fire just minutes ago, had transformed into something far more dangerous: absolute submission to the fact that I was falling for him.
The next few days passed in a tense, hyper-aware equilibrium.
Roxy didn't disappear entirely, but whenever she entered the main room, Jake didn't even look her way. He would sit at the executive table or stand by the door, his stone-cold gray eyes tracking my movements behind the bar with a quiet, lethal possessiveness that made my skin run hot. Eve
