“I have work to do.”
“So do I. Work with me there.”
“Why?” She stopped what she was doing and straightened. In her white tank and black shorts, she looked so damn fuckable I barely contained the need to rush her.
“I don’t want to be alone dealing with the damn happy life everyone is living.”
Her head tilted just enough that the pink ends of her hair swayed over her tits. “Aren’t you living a fortunate life? The life you want?”
“Sure but it isn’t the one they want me to live.”
“So, are you ashamed?”
I raked my hands through my hair. “No, woman. Just come with me.”
“Why would I go sit with your family on a holiday, Jett? I’m not your girlfriend. It’s weird.”
“You aren’t?”
“No!” she practically spit back at me, busying herself with straightening her already tidy living room.
“So what the hell are you then?”
“I just figured ... I don’t know. I was the person you were sleeping with.”
“We established we weren’t just messing around. You’re the only person I’m sleeping with, and I better be the only one you’re sleeping with too.”
“I have family to see on Thanksgiving.”
“You specifically told me this week you weren’t going to see them.”
“Well, maybe I changed my mind.”
“Pack a bag for Wednesday. We’re staying over two nights.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Tough shit. I want you there and you don’t need to be eating Thanksgiving dinner here all by yourself. You’re coming.”
“Can you be any more demanding?”
“Absolutely. Take off your top, hop up on that counter of yours, and spread those legs.” I pointed over to her kitchen. “I need to fuck some sense into you for thinking you could ever tell me no.”
Always up for a good time, my little pixie did exactly as she was told.
28
Jett
We spentthe next few days at Vick’s place working like dogs on a deadline. Bastian called her Monday night, and I heard her continually agreeing with him.
Then, she said something like, “Yeah, I’m still healthy. What do you mean?”
The turn of conversation made me drop what I was doing and listen harder. She glanced over at me and got up from where she was parked on the couch to walk down the hall.
“No, Bastian. I’m not concerned because the product was and has always been good.”
I wanted to follow her, but I waited for her to come back into the room and jumped right in. “Why is he asking you how you are? That a personal call?”