“Oh…” she mumbles, looking dazed and adorable. “I’m gonna go splash some water on my face before we get off.”
She heads to the restroom while Lev, Yulian, and I gather our things. When Jessa reemerges, she looks fresh-faced and much more awake.
She removes my sweatshirt and folds it over her arm. Underneath, she’s wearing a short, floaty blouse that reveals the slimmest sliver of her belly. The neckline is a deep V that highlights her breasts.
“You’re staring, Anton,” she reprimands playfully as she approaches me.
“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to change.”
She laughs again, a musical sound that zaps straight to my dick, and we disembark together. We’re walking through the lobby of the airport to the front, where a car should be waiting for us, when Jessa makes an audible gasp and clutches my arm.
“What?” I growl. “Is it Marina? Did you see her anywhere?”
Lev and Yulian tighten around us instantly, drawing close and staying alert.
“For God’s sake, it’s not Marina,” Jessa says, looking supremely self-conscious all of a sudden.
“What’s going on?” I ask as Lev and Yulian relax a little.
She glances past me, but averts her eyes almost immediately. “It’s Dane and Salma.”
“Fuck,” Yulian whistles.
“Let’s just walk fast,” Jessa suggests. “Maybe they won’t see—”
“Jessa?”
“Fuck me,” she curses under her breath.
Lev and Yulian exchange an amused glance. I gesture for the both of them to head to the car and wait for us. They disappear into the crowd, and Jessa turns in the direction of her scumbag ex and his scumbag girlfriend.
The son of a bitch is reasonably tall and reasonably good-looking. His tight-ass jeans look more appropriate for a man in his early twenties. Even his hair has been styled to look like he belongs to some aging boy band.
The woman next to him is several inches shorter. She’s petite and pretty, but her look is all superficial. Tons of makeup and an outfit meant to earn attention. Leggings with thigh cutouts and a hot pink crop top leave little to the imagination. A studded piercing decorates her belly button.
“Really?” I mutter in a low voice. “He cheated on you with her?”
Before she can answer, the demented Barbie and Ken are in front of us.
“Jessa,” the she-devil croons in a cheerful voice. “It’s so, so good to see you.”
She greets Jessa, but her eyes are on me. So are Dane’s. He’s sizing me up like he’s preparing for a fight. I wish the motherfucker would.
“Is it?” Jessa asks, awkward as ever.
“Of course. Dane and I have been thinking of you since the… well, you know.” She glances over to me as curiosity gets the better of her. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Anton,” Jessa says, keeping it short and simple. But I know it’s also because she has no idea how to introduce me.
“I’m Jessa’s boyfriend,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me.
The girl’s eyes go wide as she takes in the two of us together. “Well, you two certainly make a… striking couple.”
“Thanks, Salma,” Jessa says. “You know what? So do you and Dane. The two of you deserve each other.”
Salma’s smile falls just a bit before she manages to pick it back up again. But Dane doesn’t pretend to be happy about all this.
“How are you?” Dane asks her, giving me a quick annoyed glance in the corner of his eye.