Eros: A Game Of Wits (A Mafia Novel)

17. It Was Nothing...

There's nothing I really have to say.

I'll try and publish new parts as soon as I can. In order for me to do that I'll have to make smaller chapters but if you guys don't wish for that, just tell me.

This chapter is longer... so enjoy!

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Florence waited patiently for her neighbor to disappear before throwing a feat.

Once he was out of sight the smile was gone from her face, being replaced by a leer. She removed his hand from her side and whirled around, stomping inside with Jason following suit after her.

The moment he closed the door behind him she stopped abruptly and snapped around pointing an accusing finger at his chest. Jason raised an eyebrow seemingly interested in her reaction. "What was that just now?" she questioned, her voice was almost trembling.

The man actually had the gall to look bewildered and she was an inch away from resorting to violence.

Jason sighed and rested his hand on his hips. "I'm assuming you mean the little act on your police friend?" Her frown was his answer. He nodded. "Yes that's what I thought..." he shrugged, "Look it was perfectly harmless."

"Harmless?" She curled her upper lip revealing her pearly teeth, her brows drawing together. Was he serious with this? "Why would you even say that? What would you prove, huh?" Her nostrils flared. "What were you trying to prove?" The raise in her voice was obvious and her clenched jaw was beginning to hurt.

He inhaled and stared at her with seriousness. "Well, for one there had to be a good explanation as to why I was at your house at this early hour of the morning with you wearing your nightwear." He croaked raising his voice too but remaining composed still.

He didn't like her elevating her voice, nor did he appreciate that scathing expression on her face. He would do whatever he wanted and she wouldn't stop him. The only reason he was this lenient up until now was so he can stay without her knowing who he really was, but even that was at stake lately. She will eventually find out but until then he wanted to savor the moment.

Florence looked down to realize he was right. Her clothes were not something she would wear if she had people over. Hell, she wouldn't even wear that in front of Jason. However, with her falling sick, she completely disregarded her appearance. It was quite revealing too; a white tee that was hardly concealing anything underneath and a pair of black pajama shorts...

At the same time she felt a queer sensation wash over her like cold water in a heated day. She had almost forgotten what it felt like for him to shout at her like that. Ever since he realized she meant no harm for him, his disposition was not this confrontational and he was, at the very least, kind and patient.

She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You could say you're my friend. There were many other ways to justify your abrupt appearance." She complained.

Jason raised an eyebrow and copied her mannerism. "So you mean to say that you have male friends that sleep over at your house often?"

"Well I have you..." Her voice heightened again to get her point across. She stared at the guy waiting for an irritable reaction but, to her surprise, he gave none. She observed as he lowered his head to the ground with a frown as if searching for a reaction to give.

It wasn't the first time she felt like her attitude was less than respectful and honestly she felt guilty for not considering her words more carefully, which happened more often than she liked to admit. She shook her head remembering the reason she was standing here. She wondered what was that he expected; they barely knew each other. Did he really consider a kiss that important? The 'lovebird' was a profile she would never consider for him. No, he certainly didn't fit that look.