“Yeah, he’s home.”
“He is?” I asked a little too eagerly. “Any, umm…text messages?” I swallowed hard.
That damn smirk still graced Kace’s amazingly handsome face as he pulled out his phone and flashed me the screen. It was blank.
I felt deflated. It’s been three days and Jett was home, didn’t he want to see me? I knew I wasn’t supposed to let my heart get involved but who was I kidding, the minute Jett first touched me my heart took off. It was hard not to feel when it came to Jett.
“Must be busy with someone else,” Kace said, nailing the dagger in my heart even further.
I nodded, not letting Kace see the deflation in my body from the news and turned around.
“Have a good fuck,” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to the girls.
“For what it’s worth, he’s an idiot,” Kace said quietly.
Before I could turn and say anything in return, he was gone. He was such a confusing man.
Once I got back to where the girls were, Babs handed me a shot glass full of the whip cream delight. I threw the drink back and held out my glass for round two. Babs obliged. I took three more shots like that, not even speaking as the girls took them with me.
I was four shots in, in the matter of a minute and ready to go up to my room.
“I’m out, girls. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t let him get to you,” Pepper said as she took another shot, alone. She’d been drinking a lot more lately and it was a little concerning but I wasn’t about to say anything, it wasn’t quite my place.
“I don’t let Kace get to me. I know he’s bound to be an asshole at least twice a day.”
“Not Kace,” Pepper said. “I mean Jett.”
Talking about Jett with the other girls was a little awkward because I was the only one Jett called up to the Bourbon Room now. Everyone told me they didn’t care and it didn’t matter to them but it was still weird.
“Umm, okay,” I replied, wanting to drop it. “Thanks for the drinks. I’m off to bed. Have a good night, girls.”
They waved to me as I took off toward the back staircase, avoiding all members. As I walked up the curved staircase to my room, I started taking off my heels and wig. I enjoyed dressing up but sometimes, it felt too much. I released my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. It felt good to free everything. We’ve had a presentation every night since I became official and I was ready for a night off where I didn’t have to slap on a layer of makeup and a miniscule article of clothing.
Walking down the narrow hallway where my room was located, I thought about how Jett was home but didn’t want to see me. It stung but I tried to convince myself that he must have been tired. I had no clue where he went on business, for all I knew he could have been in a foreign country and he was tired as hell. If I got back from a long trip, I would want to sleep too. Well, unless Jett came knocking at my door, I would peel my eyelids open for that man, that was how good he was.
I walked in my room and tossed my heels, wig and mask to the side. I would pick them up later. I was not in the mood to organize.
I looked over at my bed and sighed as I thought about what a great night sleep I was going to get, even if I was a little horny.
I started to walk to my bed when I heard a shuffle behind me. I turned around and nearly screamed when I came face to face with Jett.
“Hello, my little one.”
Those four little words, said in his seductively sexy southern voice had not only my heart pounding but my pussy was knocking at the bathing suit I was wearing, begging to be freed.
“Hi,” I gulped as he perused my body and licked his lips.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
How did I become a Jett Girl?
Hell if I know, one moment I’m working at the premiere spot for creepy men and sloppy drunks and the next, I’m being whisked away by a moody ex-boxer and a mysterious man in a suit that overlooks his girls from the third floor of the Lafayette Club.
It wasn’t easy but now that I’m a Jett Girl, there is only one thing on my mind and that is Jett Colby.
He has captured me, stolen my heart and entwined my soul into his at such an alarming rate that it seems almost difficult to breathe without him holding me, touching me, kissing me…
He won’t give me his heart though, he won’t let me own every last inch of him and not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want to jeopardize my ambiguity.
Because of this, there is only one thing standing in my way when it comes to completely and utterly living my life with Jett Colby and it’s called Lot 17.
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