My brows shoot up.Jealous much?Though for some reason, I kinda like it.
I dart a glance at Ethan, who’s still chatting and smiling beside me, completely oblivious. I can’t believe he’s stillhovering after Worth practically threatened him at the gala. Either he was too drunk to remember or he’s got a death wish.
Heat creeps up the back of my neck.
You wouldn’t.
Worth:
Oh, I would, Mya. I dare you.
I suck in a sharp breath. Is he serious? My hand tightens around the paper cup, pulse racing. Slowly, I raise it to my mouth, testing him.
Worth takes one deliberate step forward from across the waiting area, eyes locked on me like a predator.
Oh my God. Heisserious.
Panic flares, and I quickly toss the cup into the trash behind me. Ethan doesn’t notice.
My hands tremble as I type furiously.
You’re crazy.
His reply comes instantly.
Worth:
I don’t make a habit of lying, Ms. Jones.
I press my lips together to keep from smiling.
You have no right to tell me what to do.
Worth:
You have the option not to listen, but you’ll face the consequences.
My thighs clench together at the wordconsequences, damn it.
That’s strong-arming, Mr. Miller. I didn’t know you to be so cunning.
Worth:
You’re the cunning one, Mya.
A shiver slides down my spine at the way he turns everything back on me.
Maybe a little.
Worth:
For someone who claims to not want anything to do with me, you sure know how to contradict yourself with your actions.
Touché. My cheeks burn.
Whatever.
We finally get the call to board the plane, and I tuck my phone into my pocket as I head toward the jetway with the group.