The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler (Jardougall)

5- Why Would You Tell Her?

"Hayley's not here today. If you'd like to-"

"I need to talk to Hayley."

"Sir, I've told you six times already that she is not here. I can take a message, but she cannot meet with you at the moment."

"Well, we were supposed to work out today."

"I'm sure Hayley wouldn't schedule a workout and then not show up."

"Well, she did."

Jenna sighed. She seemed so annoyed, but it was kind of hot. The way she tightened her jaw when she was waiting for the customer to stop speaking. Courtney was supposed to be behind the desk, but she'd gone out to lunch with Jess and now Jenna was stuck with the job. I was occupying myself with the office chair. Leave me alone; it spins.

"Would you like me to leave a message with Hayley?"

Angry sigh. Arms uncross. "Yeah. Fine. Whatever. Just tell her that we need to workout. I'm so sick of this company."

Then stop showing up...

Jenna just smiled. "I'll be sure to let Hayley know as soon as I can. I'm sorry that this happened, so how about you take this..." She reached down and ripped off a coupon, handing it to the customer. "Next time you come here, use this. It's a coupon to the spa connected to this building. It's great for relaxing after a good workout, trust me."

He seemed skeptical but nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course. Have a nice day."

"You too."

When he was gone Jenna lost the fake smile and indicated for me to stand. I stumbled up, watching her sit in the chair instead. Then she pulled me into her lap.

"He was the last one," she said. She began to roll the chair across the floor, laughing when I gripped onto her tighter. I felt like I was going to fall at any moment so hell yeah I was holding on for my life.

"So...we're alone for now?" I asked.

She nodded and stopped moving the chair. She grabbed my hips and lifted me into the air enough to turn me around to face her entirely. God damn, those fucking arms. Ugh. I was straddling her now, sitting in that rolly-chair. Being alone with Jenna always made my heart race. We'd already had sex twice, which I was still trying to wrap my head around.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

Jenna laughed. "Are you implying that we fuck? Tay, I have Courtney, and we are literally out in the open."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You had no problem fucking me in the bathroom yesterday. And you had just gotten back together last night."

"We were talking about it. I wouldn't cheat on Courtney. She knows that I don't sleep with anyone else when we're on, and she's the same. When we're off, we do what we want. But since I'm with Courtney, I'm not going to fuck you right now."

Now everything was awkward. I was still straddling her in the chair. Then she grabbed my hips again.

"You know what? Forget Courtney. I really want to fuck you."

Jenna lifted me up to set me on the desk before sliding the chair over to sit between my legs. She'd changed her mind so quickly, I didn't know how to react. Everything was going so fast. My jeans were already unbuttoned, her fingers slipped beneath my underwear.

"F-fuck," I gasped. I laid back on the desk. I wondered: if someone was on the other side of the desk, could they see me?

I swore again as Jenna curled her fingers inside of me. She hit a spot that she'd hit several times when we'd last had sex. I thanked God I could lay down this time because I could feel my knees shaking.