Page 3 of Bourbon Deceit
I felt deflated. It had been three days and Jett was home now—didn’t he want to see me? I knew I wasn’t supposed to let my heart get involved but who was I kidding, the minute Jett first touched me my heart took off. It was hard not to feel when it came to Jett.
“Must be busy with someone else,” Kace said, pushing the dagger even deeper into my heart.
I nodded, not letting Kace see the deflation in my body from the news, and turned around.
“Have a good fuck,” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to the girls.
“For what it’s worth, he’s an idiot,” Kace said quietly.
Before I could turn and say anything in return, he was gone. He was such a confusing man.
Once I got back to the girls, Babs handed me a shot glass full of the whipped-cream delight. I threw the drink back and held out my glass for round two. Babs obliged. I took three more shots like that, not even speaking as the girls took them with me.
In a matter of a minute, I was four shots in and ready to go up to my room.
“I’m out, girls. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t let him get to you,” Pepper said as she took another shot, alone. She’d been drinking a lot more lately and it was a little concerning, but I wasn’t about to say anything; it wasn’t quite my place.
“I don’t let Kace get to me. I know he’s bound to be an asshole at least twice a day.”
“Not Kace,” Pepper said. “I mean Jett.”
Talking about Jett with the other girls was a little awkward because I was the only one Jett called up to the Bourbon Room now. Everyone told me they didn’t care, and that it didn’t matter to them, but it was still weird.
“Umm, okay,” I replied, wanting to drop it. “Thanks for the drinks. I’m off to bed. Have a good night, girls.”
They waved to me as I took off toward the back staircase, avoiding all members. As I walked up the curved staircase to my room, I started taking off my heels and wig. I enjoyed dressing up but sometimes, it felt like too much. I released my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. It felt good to free everything. We’ve had a presentation every night since I became official, and I was ready for a night off, where I didn’t have to slap on a layer of makeup and a miniscule article of clothing.
Walking down the narrow hallway to my room, I thought about how Jett was home but didn’t want to see me. It stung, but I tried to convince myself he must have been tired as hell. I had no clue where he went on business—for all I knew, he could have been in a foreign country. If I got back from a long trip, I would want to sleep too. Well, unless Jett came knocking at my door. I would peel my eyelids open for that man, that’s how good he was.
Damn.
I walked into my room and tossed my heels, wig, and mask to the side. I would pick them up later. I was not in the mood to organize.
I looked over at my bed and sighed as I thought about what a great night’s sleep I was going to get, even if Iwasa little horny.
I’d started to walk to my bedroom when I heard a shuffle behind me. I turned around and nearly screamed when I came face to face with Jett.
“Hello, my little one.” He said in his low, sultry voice.
Sigh.
Those four little words, said in his seductively sexy southern voice, had my heart pounding, and my pulse skyrocketing with need, need for the man who consumes my thoughts. He’s here, he’s really here and from the look in his dark blue eyes and strong jaw, he was here for one reason and one reason only. He was going to fuck me.
And to hell if I would say no.
It has been three days too long. I craved this man, his touch, his breath whispering over my skin, and his glorious cock. God, I wanted his cock so bad.
“Hi,” I gulped, feeling the heat of his body so close to mine. He perused my body and licked his lips, never taking his eyes off me.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Fuck yes!
Chapter Two
“Mmm Yeah”
