Page 60 of Revere

“Aren’t you worried what he’ll think?” I ask under my breath when we reach the elevator.

“What is he going to think?” Jacob smirks, tucking my hair behind my ear while we wait for the elevator doors to open.

“That it’s really late at night to be bringing some girl to your apartment? A student nonetheless.”

“Ray doesn’t know you’re my student. And no, he isn’t going to think anything of it.”

“Because of your revolving door of women?” I roll my eyes but quickly drop my gaze so he can’t see that it’s filled with jealousy.

I’m never jealous, and I hate how Jacob brings that out of me.

Jacob chuckles as the elevator door slides open, and he leads us inside. The second the doors close behind us, he spins me until my back is to the elevator wall. In a swift move, he’s snagged my wrists and pinned them overhead, while his other hand skates around my lower back. His fingers slowly stroke while his green eyes lock on mine.

“Do you want to know how many women I’ve brought home, Patience?” He drags his hand a little farther down, nudging his knee between my legs as he does. “Do you want to know how many women I’ve fucked in my bed? How about in this elevator?”

His knee presses forward, rubbing my core. And as angry as I am, my hips have a mind of their own as they rock against him.

“No.” I glare up at him.

He’s trying to piss me off, and I hate that all it’s doing is turning me on.

“Too bad. I’ll tell you anyway.” Jacob releases my waist and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up into his beautiful eyes. “None.”

My eyebrows pinch. “None?”

He nods.

“You expect me to believe you’re celibate?”

“I never said that.” A dark smile lights his eyes. “But I don’t bring women here. And it’s been a long time since I’ve brought one anywhere at all.”

“Why?”

Jacob’s jaw tightens. “There are things you don’t know about me.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Not tonight.”

I tip my chin up. “Even if we’re being honest with each other?”

“There are some things you aren’t ready for, Patience Lancaster.”

Something about how he says that makes me believe him. Darkness rolls in his eyes, and I get a hint of the life he lived before I walked into it. Maybe he’s right, and I’m not ready to know what haunts his nightmares.

It’s not like I’m ready to share mine with him.

Jacob’s warm body presses close as the elevator dings with each floor, and even when he releases my wrists, he doesn’t step back. He rests his hands at the sides of my head and cages me in. Strong arms and apple spice cologne surround me.

“Why me then?” I ask after a long pause. “If you don’t bring women to your apartment, why take me there?”

“When I figure that out, I’ll let you know.” Jacob’s eyes stay locked on mine as he brushes a rogue hair out of my eyes. “Butfor the record, you should probably tell me to just take you home.”

“Why are you always trying to get me to run away from you?”

“Because it would be for the best.”

“Because you’re a gentleman?”