Brat

Chapter 13

   I decided to wait a while before opening the bedroom door in case he was trying to trick me into coming out. I looked around in his room, starting at his closet. Everything in there smelled just like the blacket I woke up with. I think that you can tell a lot about a person by the clothes they wear. A decent portion, as I expected, really expensive looking business suits. I found mayself fantasizing about how Jackson would look in every single one. The next art had different sweaters, jackets, hoodies and jeans. I'd rather just assume that the jogging pants, v necks, and others are in the dresser, than to open it and see his underwear.
     Maybe he wears that funny looking kind of underwear like on TV, or maybe he doesn't wear any at all. I laugh at the thought of Jackson in superhero boxers.

"What, my dear Charli, do you find so funny about my shirt drawer?" I gasped, and dropped a shirt that I didn't know I was holding.

"I-i- uh. You know, for a bachelor, your place is relatively clean."

"Of course, I wasn't raised in a barn by wild animals. Now, nice try attempting to change the subject, but why are you going through my dresser?"

"Can we just not? It isn't important. Now could you take me home, it's almost 9pm, and we've got work tomorrow." I say gesturing to us both.

"I was gonna offer than we play hooky from work tomorrow, but if you insist, I'll take you home."

Frantically, I reply, "No, no way. There's no need for that." I say putting his car keys back on a funny looking octopus hook.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something, or do you want to have take out?"

"I don't feel too keen on puking my guts out all over your lovely home, so let's have take out." 

Jackson put on a fake offended look, and said, "Excuse you child I can do a damn good job cooking, but princess Charli will get what she desires."
   He went into the kitchen, and came back with a huge stack of takeout menus. "Take your pick." he says placing them all on the coffee table.

"McDonald's delivers?"
"They do when you're Jackson Michaels."
"I want McDonald's."
"Thats all? Just McDonald's?"
"Oh no, I wasn't finished. I want a double from Wendy's, and a large fry, then 2 orders of large fries and a McChicken from McDonald's."
"Damn, where does it all go?"
"Well, I'd rather show you than tell you, but we haven't gotten to our 5th date yet."
"Can this food I'm buying us count for 5 dates?"
"Sure, whatever."
"But I thought people normally waited until the 3rd date?"
"Yeah, but do you think that I'm anywhere near being normal?"
"Yeah, you're right?"  He got on the phone, and ordered our food.
"It'll be here in about 20 minutes."
"Why so long?"
"Because I demanded that everything be made fresh. Fast food is already unhealthy, I don't want to eat something that's been under a heat lamp for an hour."
"Well until then, I'm going to find something to watch on TV."
"Nah, we're gonna play 21 questions."
I sat and thought about the idea of playing that, and it seemed like a good idea because we'd both even learning a little more about each other.
"Fine." I say sitting with my legs in criss applesauce on the ground.

~Jackson's POV~

Charli agreed to playing 21 questions, and she sat across from me. With the way she was sitting, I could see right up her little skirt.
   "Uhm Charli, sweetheart?"
   "Yes?"
   "I can see right up your skirt, could you please change the way you're sitting?"
    "Ok. Just a second." I watched her stand up, and reach up her skirt. She then unexpectedly stepped out of her underwear, and put them on the table.
   "Is that better? Now you won't have to worry about them." I looked at the adorable pair of little white underwear with a black bow on them. The small wet spot didn't come unnoticed either. Charli looked at my lustfully.

"Do you want to ask the first question, or should I?" she says.

"Uh, I will. Where are you from?"

"Detroit, born and raised. Why are you breathing so hard?"

"Well the most beautiful girl I've seen in a very long time just took her panties off right in front if my face. Of course I'll be a little nervous." I satrter to rub my palms on my pants due to to sweat that began to build up there. She got up, and sat on the coffee table with her legs slightly open.

"I didn't know that I made you nervous, Jackson."

~Charli's POV~

      I sat on the table trying to get as close to Jackson's face as possible. He sat there a little flustered while watching me take my bottom lip into my teeth. Then he looked down in between my thighs. He slowly licks his lips, pondering the situation he was in. Then the doorbell rang, and someone pounded on the door. I got off the table and went to open the door.

"I've been knocking for damn near -" he paused in the middle of his sentence and couldn't keep his eyes off my chest. I looked at the food he was holding, and smiled up at him.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" The delivery boy becomes nervous, and his face becomes red. I start to twirl my hair in my fingers, and touch the boy's arm. The boy then looked above me at Jackson.

"Flirting with ym girlfriend huh? I don't think I ordered that."

"N-no I wasn't. She started it." Jackson took our food and says,

"Oh please, I bet you were standing here thinking about fucking her brains out. Sorry, that's my job." Then he slammed the door in his face.

I could hear him grumbling a little bit about what he'd do to me if given the chance. Meanwhile, Jackson layed all the food out in silence. I sat on the side opposite him, and tried to look at him, but he avoided eye contact.

"Why'd you do that?"
"Why'd I do what?"
"Flirt with the delivery boy."
"To get us free food." I said shrugging my shoulders.
  "Charli, you don't need to do that.  I've already told you that you're worth more than something to be used for free stuff."
"Well, sorry if hearing that the best thing I could do for myself is lay on my back for so long isn't suddenly reversed by someone I've just met."
"And who told you that load of bullshit?"
"My ex boyfriend always told me to 'use what I was born with to my benefit' so that's what I did." I put a handfiof fried in my mouth to avoid talking anymore.
"Well that guy was a dick. He's wrong, and he obviously didn't know what to do with such a perfect human. So he degraded you so he wouldn't feel like a bigger piece of shit." He says angrily while biting into his chicken sandwich. We sat and ate in silence until we finished.