Except the driver. Shit! I spun around and raced to the driver’s side. I knocked on his window and an older man lowered it. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Thank you so much for the ride tonight. Next time, if there is a next time, we should have a bit more fun, right? What’s your favorite type of music?”
He beamed. “Johnny Cash is close to my heart.”
“Johnny Cash is getting played the whole way.”
We smiled at each other and then I waved goodbye.
I skipped all the way to my lobby, leaving Jett in the street.
I didn’t slow down because I didn’t want to lose the feeling of joy that flowed through me from making someone a little happier that evening.
9
Jett
She was purposely tryingto drive me insane. She ran in front of my SUV to get to the driver’s side where traffic raced by—without even looking.
As she approached me, I figured I would get an apology or a thank you, but she just kept skipping right on by.
I grunted. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
Her blonde hair swished with each step. The scrap of clothing she, I am sure, would claim was a dress swayed along with her. The fabric floated around her legs but somehow clung to all the right places.
She looked like my heaven’s devil tonight—so pretty I was willing to sin for her. It had probably been a mistake to meet them out, but I couldn’t get our phone conversation out of my head. I wanted to know exactly what a cordial business relationship entailed. So, when my brother told me he was going to bother Brey on her girls’ night out, I found myself tagging along.
I got the warning on the way there. “Don’t keep fucking with her, Jett. That’s Brey’s girl.”
I grunted because it wasn’t his business that I was fucking with her in the first place. Or just plain fucking her. Which I found I wanted to do again.
I couldn’t understand the effect she had on me. It wasn’t like me to go to a damn club to find her looking like a dessert I couldn’t resist. It wasn’t like me to want to drag her out so no man could look at her. And it definitely wasn’t like me to follow her out and watch her flirt with every damn man in the club either.
“Did you see the oncoming traffic when you went to talk to my driver, Vick?”
She scoffed as she opened the lobby door. She walked through and didn’t hold the door open for me. I slammed my hand into it and followed her in anyway.
“All right. Not worried about that, I guess. Did you know my driver could have run you over when you practically dove in front of the vehicle?” I said to her back.
She mumbled, “Oh my God.”
We made our way to a side staircase. I watched her behind as she climbed them in her stilettos and I’m not proud to say my dick stood straight to attention. Those legs were sculpted to be licked and wrapped around a man. This man.
“I’m surprised my driver didn’t follow you home too with this fucking outfit.”
She spun around on the top step. “What’s your point, Jett?”
I shrugged and looked her up and down. “You have to have some sort of survival instinct, woman.”
“I survive by not worrying about dumb shit.”
She needed to understand there was a risk to being in Chicago, an enormous city where women were most definitely preyed upon. She whipped around before she entered her hallway. “Do you know that two guys followed you out of that club?”
Her laugh carried through the space. "So what? I was probably talking with them before I left. And, let’s not forget, you followed me out of the club, too, didn't you, Jett?"
"I'm not just some guy."
"Aren't you though?" Her tone changed; she enunciated every word.