It was like the woman was incapable of sitting still for more than five minutes, Jake thought grumpily, eyeing her from across the room. Considering that she was pretty much the opposite of his ‘type’ personality-wise, he still didn’t understand why he’d always been so attracted to her. Of course, it was even worse now that he knew what she tasted like, what she sounded like when she was orgasming, and what she felt like as she writhed underneath him.

She was now having some kind of tickle war with Kate. In a freaking hospital waiting room. Uncaring about everyone else in the room and whether or not they were watching or listening. Drawing every eye to her, as usual, including several admiring eyes from the other men in the room, thanks to the low-cut shirt she was wearing. There was an awful lot of cleavage on display. Who wore a shirt like that to come see a newborn baby? He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his memories of exactly how much he’d enjoyed laving attention on that particular area of her body last night were still very clear.

A hard elbow in his side drew his gaze away from her.

“Ow,” he complained to Olivia. She had sharp elbows. The Domme gave him a look that was guaranteed to shrivel any man’s balls. Jake didn’t take it too hard that he was intimidated by her – so was everyone else.

“Leave her alone,” she said firmly, in a low voice that only he could hear. On the other side of her, her boyfriend and submissive, Luke Evans, was chatting away with Rick and Maria, not paying attention to Olivia’s conversation with Jake. “You’re way too hard on that girl.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” he protested. Hell, he hadn’t said a word aloud about how gauche she was being.

“You’re glaring at her,” Olivia accused, as her grey eyes turned flinty. She could be a little bit of a mother-hen about submissives, especially those in their group of friends, and since Sharon was the only one currently unattached Jake supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that Olivia was feeling protective. Still, he was a little irked that Olivia thought Sharon needed protecting from him.

As far as he could tell, Sharon didn’t need protecting from anyone. Other people’s stares and occasional mutters bounced off of her like she had some kind of impenetrable shield. She sure as hell hadn’t ever been influenced by Jake’s disapproval in the past, and he’d occasionally been pretty vocal about it.

The only times they’d gotten along were when they weren’t talking. Like when they’d danced at Adam and Angel’s wedding, or when they’d danced last night, which had led to... Well yeah. So, they got along well physically but that was about it.