Jamie’s hand remained upon The Fizz’s as he shot a glance back toward Desiree, a smile breaking his thin lips as his eyes wandered between both Jack and Desiree. He knew what he was about to do would cause him problems later, but he didn’t care. He knew that if he didn’t put Desiree in her place now, she’d only run riot later.
Jamie Dyer: “Is that all I am to you? A busy body? I thought I meant much more?”[/b]
His voice was mocking, his thick British accent tainting every syllable he spoke as he tried to look dismayed and hurt by Desiree.