his good girl

chapter nine

I leave the kitchen light on in my pjs and pour two glasses of whiskey, I knew he would come when I asked. I knew I was going behind my sister's back but I couldn't help myself. I push a glass towards him and take a sip from mine. I swallow the burn. I look up at him, he's already looking at me. I hold his eyes while he takes a sip from his glass. I take a deep breath and put my glass back on the island counter. I look back up at him and lick my lips, "So..." I chew the inside of my cheek. I was so confident before but actually being in his presence I'm not.

He smirks slightly, "You know the tradition is Jordans over a phone line, right?"

I glance down to my cup before I look back up at him, "I only had pumps."

The corner of his lips turned up, "Fair enough." He nods and takes another sip from his cup, "So what'd you wanna talk to me about?"

I grin slightly. As I'm about to speak I hear a floorboard creak in the distance. I look back up at him, "Could we talk in my room? I don't want Beth to know you're here and I don't want her kids to come down or hear...?"

He shrugs, "sure, whatever you want"

"Thank you" I grabbed the bottle of whisky and my cup. I turn the lights off and lead him to my room.

Once we were both inside my room I locked the door behind him, his eyes snapped to mine. "Sometimes they barge in. sorry.."

He shakes his head slightly and takes a seat at my desk. I sit down on my bed. "So, I was wondering if maybe you would have jobs for us?" I bit my cheek as I said that hearing how stupid I sounded. He listens to me as I speak. I chuckle softly, "Sorry, I've never asked this type of question before"

"You say sorry alot" he says softly.

I take another sip from my glass before I put it on my nightstand, "Yeah, force of habit I guess."

"quit apologizing"

I nod, "Basically what I'm asking is if you have any other jobs for us to do? Like the last one."

"I might" he says.

I nod again, "great. Well, text me if you do or something. "I chuckle softly, "I'll write down my number for you" I get up from the bed and walk over to the desk, grabbing a sticky note and writing my number on it.

He looks up at me, his free hand coming to rest on my waist, "Is that the only reason you wanted me here?" My cheeks warm a bit but it's too dark in here for him to see. He continues talking, "why did you lock the door? Last time we were alone together you wouldn't even be within four feet from me." His voice is smooth and sexy.

"Things changed," I whisper.

"Mhm, you know. I could think of another way you could make up that debt" He whispers back.

"You said that was forgotten."

He moves me to straddle his lap, "500 thousand dollars is hard to forget Ma"

I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, "Maybe we could clear more of that debt up by another job."

He kisses the side of my neck, his tongue sweeps across my skin. I let out a soft moan.

"Jade. Jade. Jade." he repeats, his voice fading out into my sisters.

I groan and rub my eyes, I sit up a bit. My head is pounding. I look around seeing the empty whiskey bottle and the empty cups next to it. I'm in my bed, not in his lap. I stand up and find the post-it with my number on it missing and the chair looking recently sat in. How much of this was I dreaming?