She twisted his nipple, not like a doting lover, more like a frat brother asking for an ass whooping. Then she circled her tongue around it before pressing her lips to it. “So what’s the plan for the day?” Hopping out of bed she swayed her sexy hips toward the bathroom.
“I’m thinking a scenic drive. If it warms up enough we could squeeze in a picnic somewhere. Oh, and my mom asked if we could find our way to Staples for printer ink.”
Jessica peeked her head around the corner. “Staples?”
“Yeah, it’s a little out of our way but—”
“No … I mean yes, we should definitely go to Staples. Is there anything else she needs from there? You know they have everything.” She turned on the shower.
“Well, I don’t know about everything.” Luke chuckled to himself.
*
The GTO game proved to be a fun way to toy with Luke. He thought he had control, crazy guy. Jessica specialized in control, specifically giving other people the illusion they had it. She always asked to drive. He always said no. Tactics she felt certain would guarantee her time in the driver’s seat included physical manipulation, withholding sex, and blackmail with what had become a growing amount of information provided by Tom and Felicity.
Games had to be fun. Jessica grinned thinking of how much fun she would have with Luke … right after they checked out Staples.
“I’ll just run in and grab the cartridges.”
“No. I mean … maybe I should go too. Can you really trust me to not steal your car?”
Luke dangled the keys in front of her face.
“That’s sweet.” She batted her eye lashes. “I love that after all you’ve learned about me, you still think of me as an innocent damsel and not someone who could have this baby hot-wired and tearing down the road in under thirty seconds.”
He frowned. “Get out.”
Jessica skipped into Staples. Instantly her lungs filled with that smell she’d missed—the off gassing—it had been too long since she indulged in a good old office supply trip.
“Stinks in here, huh?”
She lifted her shoulders. “Depends on what you like.”
“Well I don’t know anyone who likes such a strong chemical smell.”
Of course he did, he just didn’t know it.
“Ink is this way. Oh, we won’t need a basket. It’s just two small boxes.”
Jessica stared at the plastic basket she’d hooked over her arm. Two boxes? He surely had to be mistaken.
“I might need to grab a few essentials. I’ll meet you back here at the register.”
Luke quirked a brow. “A few essentials?”
“Did I stutter?” She traipsed off with her head held high. No one would make her feel guilty for having a slight office supply store addiction. After all, it had been months since she’d had a fix.
She may or may not have hid from him when she saw him looking for her. Mr. Antsy Pants wasted no time getting the ink. He probably didn’t even take the time to compare Staple’s compatible ink to the more expensive Canon ink.
Jones: Where are you?”
Jessica: Bathroom. Thought I told U to wait upfront for me.
Staples may or may not have turned her into a crazier version of her already insane self.
Jones: Did you start?”
Typical guy.
Jessica: I use the restroom even when I’m not having my period!
Jones: O—K
Peeking around an end display of the most dazzling assortment of spiral notebooks, she watched and waited for him to head back toward the front of the store.
Another deep inhale. There was no way of knowing how long it could take for her to splurge on another trip to Staples. She had to get as much of everything as she could. Ten minutes later … possibly twenty—it was easy to lose track of time with so many distractions—she smiled at Luke as he spotted her walking toward him.
“You dropped something.”
She looked behind her then bent down to grab the box that had fallen out of her overflowing basket.
“Powder-Free Disposable Nitrile Gloves?”
“Don’t judge me, Jones.” She brushed past him to the checkout.
Pink razors. Mouthwash. Three-pack Remote Controlled Pillar Candles. Retractable Pens. Sticky Tac. Post-it notes. Watermelon Bubblicious. Dragonfly Cotton Shower Cap …
“I’ll get the ink for your mom too.” She motioned for him to set the two Canon ink cartridges on the counter.
His eyes flitted between her and her “essentials” the store clerk scanned and deposited into plastic bags. When he didn’t say anything, she grabbed the boxes from him and handed them to the clerk.
“Two twenty-five thirty-nine.”
Before Jessica could retrieve her money from her bag, Luke handed over his credit card.
“No, just wait I’ve got it.”
By the time she found her wallet he’d already signed for the purchase. He grabbed the two bags of essentials and nodded for her to head toward the car. After they were both fastened in, he started the car and looked over at her. She kept her eyes trained ahead to the gray stone siding of the store.