Sat at the breakfast table, smiling to myself, I replayed last nights activities in my head. How on earth we got away with that was beyond me, but I was definitely going to make sure that we were more careful now. The last thing I ever wanted was for whatever this was to be over.
My phone danced along the table as I continued smiling, knowing who it was going to be.
"Hey, it's Sal. Can we meet up?" The text read.
What..He was the last person that I expected to get a text from.
"Sure" I typed back. I didn't feel worried, in fact I didn't feel anything other than confusion. What could Sal possibly have to add to what he had said? Unless Q had said something to him.
He told me to meet him at a breakfast bar in town, at least he couldn't kill me in private..right?
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Walking into the building, I saw Sal sat at a small table searching through a menu. I walked up to the table and sat down before I caught his attention.
"Jess. Hi, how are you?" he asked, relieved that I could sense no anger in his voice.
"I'm guessing you didn't invite me here for small talk, so..why did you invite me here?"
"Jumping straight into it I guess..You sure you didn't want to order some food first or something?"
I shook my head "I already ate."
"Oh, okay." Sal fiddled with the menu with his fingertips. "Look, I didn't invite you here to jump down your throat. I just wanted to talk to you about last night now that there's no alcohol involved, just to make sure that what we agreed on is still the deal?"
"I wasn't drunk" I sighed.
"You probably think that I'm trying to be your biggest enemy right now.."
"No, I don't. I think you're just trying to cover your own ass. Making sure that I don't make you look like a bad person for knowing." I cut in.
"I didn't ask to know any of this, Jess" he said, hand gestures flying.
"Well there's no more to add onto your conscience. It's done with."
"You're a young girl, Jess."
"Please, don't patronize me. Like I said, you being here isn't for me. It's for you."
"Let me finish?"
I raised my hand out signalling for him to carry on.
"Like I said, you're a young girl. I doubt you've yet to experience the Q's of this world.."
"What do you mean by that?" I questioned.
"He's not the guy to ever want more than a good time."
"So..?"
"So, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. He may say the lines and he may do the gestures, but he will never want more. That's just who he is."
"Who said I wanted more?"
Sal sighed as he leant closer.
"I saw how upset you were when you left the patio. If that was just" he looked around before lowering his voice "sex then that wouldn't of happened. You like him"
I picked at the menu on the table, not being able to find anything to say back to that.
"Let me tell you something about Quinn.."
