Page 98 of Bourbon Deceit
“Black thong, black bra, black skinny jeans, white tank top, and a leather jacket, oh and I can’t forget my three-inch black pumps.”
Jett groaned into the phone. “I think you need to change into a turtleneck and a corduroy jumper.”
A laugh escaped my mouth. “How do you even know what a jumper is?”
“My nanny used to wear them all the time. It was her go-to outfit. She had them in every color and texture.”
“Classy.” I laughed.
“At least there was no chance that as a teenager I would be hitting on my nanny.”
“I guess you’re right about that. I bet you were a troublemaker.”
“Kace and I got into our fair share of trouble but luckily never really got caught. We were able to get away with anything back in high school. No one believed that a Colby would do anything to get in trouble, pair that with Kace’s smile—which used to melt the pants off all of our teachers, even the men—and we got away with all of our pranks.”
“Kace knows how to smile?” I asked, acting completely shocked. “I don’t believe that for one second.”
“Well, he’s changed,” Jett admitted. “The guy’s been through a lot in his life and is having a hard time digging himself out of the emotional turmoil that blinds him almost every day.”
My heart broke as Jett talked about his friend with such sadness in his voice.
“What the hell happened to him?”
“That’s not my story to tell, little one. If he wanted you to know, he would have told you. Just let it go.”
“I just wish I could help him,” I admitted. He’d helped me through so much and was always there for me, I only wished I could return the favor.
“I do too.”
The mood of our conversation went down to an artic level so I tried to spice it up a bit.
“You know, there’s still time, you can still go out with us tonight.”
The girls were coming over to Diego’s and we were all going to go out for a little night on the town, have some drinks on Bourbon Street, do a little dancing. My friend Lyla from Kitten’s Castle was going to meet up with us and we were going to take advantage of our night off. Of course, Diego and Kace would be trailing us to make sure we didn’t happen upon any trouble, but I could ignore two beefy bodyguards who took my breath away every time their shirts happened to slip off.
“You know I want nothing more than to spend the night with you, watching you get sloppy drunk and calling me a cow’s vagina, but I have a prior engagement I must attend.”
“You paint such a beautiful picture of me,” I teased. “I need to see the security tape of that so-called night. I still don’t believe you.”
“You’re saying that I conjured up such a lie?”
I took a second to think about it and then said, “Why, yes. I do think that.”
“Little one, it disappoints me that you find it so easy to believe that I made up a story about you calling me a cow’s vagina. If I made up such a story, I would have at least called me something like a vulture’s asshole.”
I choked on my spit from Jett’s rather rare display of vulgar language.
“Why, Jett Colby, next time I see you I might have to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I know something else you can do with my mouth,” he said, his deep southern voice running from my ears all the way down to my toes.
“Are you trying to torture me?”
There was a knock at my door as Jett tried to answer me, and I couldn’t hear him because in a loud wave of cheering came all four Jett Girls, their arms raised above their heads, causing a ruckus.
“Lo!” they shouted and all pounced on my bed.
“Who’re you talking to?” Babs asked as she smacked her gum and popped a bubble.
