Ask Jake (Book One of the Whisper Series)

Thirteen: Playhouse Doors

"Well, if that is how you like to be greeted, then please leave and come back. I'd like to greet you over and over," he smiles.

I am reeling from the taste and feeling of him. "Can you get me a drink?"

"Give me your number. I'm still not over you ignoring my request last night," he smirks.

"Is that so?" I say, realizing how much not giving him my phone number bothered him.

"Yes, it is so. You see, I want to get you a drink, and I'd need to be quick about it because they are about to call last call, but the problem is, I really want your phone number. And seeing, how it is, that you already know my name, and now you know what it feels like against my lips," he pauses and brushes his hand down the side of my face. "I've earned the right to have your, very protected, phone number."

"My phone number is a very personal thing, don't you think? I'm not sure I want you to know that much about me," I smirk, and look him in the eye.

He does not share my smirk, but his voice is calm. "Touché," His breath brushes my cheek. Both of his hands go down my arms, lacing his fingers through mine.

His gaze is deep and thoughtful. "Then, what else would you like to do?" he asks, an inch from my face.

"I could get my own drink?" I say, but my words have little conviction as I am weakened by his nearness.

"Mhmm," he growls, stepping closer to me. His left hand slowly releases mine and he moves it up my side, trailing my outline. When he gets to my collarbone, he traces his finger to my neck. "This is a very sexy dress you're wearing," he says, tracing down the neckline to the first button.

I can feel my heart beating fast and the amount of desire I walked in with is growing. He traces his finger back up to my neck and he cups my face in his palm. He moves very close to my mouth, but he does not touch me. I try to move in, but he does not allow it. He's teasing me for being sassy.

Just then, someone bumps into us, saying, "Hello Kellan." I look over and see a young, beautiful girl looking at him. She has two friends behind her whom seem embarrassed to be interrupting us.

Kellan does not move his head. Rather he lets his nose nuzzle into the side of my face. "Hello," he says, not looking at them.

He steps a little away from me and glances about the room, ignoring the girls. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to the bar. Victory is in the air when I realize he is going to order me a drink. Standing behind him, I notice the girl glaring at me. Once his order is placed, he turns around and waits for the drink.

Looking around the room again, and back at me, he smiles and holds my hand up, kissing it lightly. The bartender places a drink behind him. He turns and hands it to me.

With a grin on my face, I say, "Thank you," and I take a drink.

My face twists, showing my disappointment, when I realize I am only drinking water. I hear Kellan laugh as I throw the drink down on the bar and pull my hand out of his. "This is not what I had in mind, Kellan."

His face turns from mischievous to serious and he says in my ear. "You have not given me what I want and not having your phone number is just like only being allowed to drink water." He captures me with his eyes before lightly kissing my lips.

When he relaxes back, he looks around again, and mumbles something inaudible, to himself. "Come with me." He wraps his hand around mine and pulls me through the crowd of people.

There is something commanding about him that makes me feel safe, protected. He's intriguing the hell out of me.

I am lead down a little corridor. There are several closed doors on either side of the hallway. He tries one. It's locked, so he goes to another. It's opens and he takes me in.