Meet Jade Cross, New York City's infamous heartbreaker-better known as the Black Widow.
She plays with guys at her will and, once she's had her fun, leaves them with a broken heart and a red kiss at the corner of their lips-her trademark.
Her latest...
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Jade's POV
"Liz," I called from the bottom of the stairs when Jesse's text came through. "I'm going out."
She appeared at the top of the staircase, looking down at her phone, and barely seemed interested enough to ask where.
"Yeah, okay. See you later."
I frowned.
That was it?
No interrogation. No suggestive smile. No where are you going and why does it involve Jesse?
That was suspiciously easy.
I considered asking what was wrong with her, but Jesse was already waiting outside and I didn't have time to investigate. I made a mental note to corner her about it later.
"Okay..."
I pulled on my jacket, gave her a quick wave and headed out.
Jesse was parked across the street in what could generously be described as an old car. He was sitting behind the wheel with his head bent over his phone, completely unaware of me until I crossed the road and made my way around to the passenger side.
"Took you long enough."
I opened the door and dropped into the seat.
"Yeah, well..." Jesse locked his phone and glanced toward the house. "It's my first time coming to this part of town."
I rested an elbow beside the window and looked around the car.
It was old, there was no denying that, but it was strangely well kept. The interior was clean, everything seemed to be in place, and somehow the thing even smelled almost new.
Clearly Jesse took care of it.
"Liz has one hell of a house," he said.
"Yeah."
I looked back toward him.
Both his hands were resting on the steering wheel, and every so often he sent one of those small nervous glances in my direction before looking away again.
"I'm still getting used to it," I added. "It's nothing like my place back in New York."
A soft smile appeared.
"So, where to?"
I shrugged.
"You're the local." I lifted my brows. "Where does one go in Providence when they need enough party supplies to traumatize a 19 year old?"
Jesse thought for a second before nodding slowly.
"I think I know a place."
***
A little while later, I was walking down one of the aisles of a huge warehouse with a green plastic basket hanging from my hand and Jesse beside me.
