Page 2 of Bourbon Deceit
“When I got off the hisser back there, I saw a giant wet spot and I was nervous I peed myself. Have you seen the crotch coverage on these bathing suits?” I asked while I squatted and tried to show Kace my crotch as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I would have been humiliated so I just kind of wandered my hands down to my—”
“Enough.” He turned and walked away. What’s his problem? He was the one who asked.
I looked over at Pepper, Babs, and Tootse, who all had giant smiles on their faces but quickly removed them when Kace started talking.
“Did anyone else think they pissed themselves?”
All three shook their heads no.
Kace turned back to me and said, “Never thought I would have to baby you this much, but make sure you go to the bathroom before a presentation, Lo. We don’t need you peeing all over our members.” He ran his hands over his face and mumbled, “Jesus.”
“I didn’t pee myself,” I said in defense, wanting to make that clear.
“Well, thank God for that,” Kace said sarcastically.
“The guy just blew his load,” I clarified, making Kace cringe and put up his hands.
“I really don’t want to hear about it. You made your money, let’s keep it at that.”
“You’re the one who asked,” I reminded him.
“She’s right, Kace,” Pepper said as she removed her mask as well.
“We should actually be praising her for doing such a good job,” Babs added while pouring shots from a bottle of whipped-cream vodka.
Mmm, I could use some of that.
Not acknowledging the girls, Kace said, “I have a fuck date. Don’t be late for the workout tomorrow.” With that, he started walking away, but I chased after him. His phone hadn’t chimed with a text, and I was curious if Jett was home.
“Kace, wait.”
He stopped in the hallway but didn’t turn around. His back was tense as I approached him, and I chalked it up to him being irritated with me, but when I turned him around and looked him in the eyes, I saw pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, now more concerned about him than I was whether Jett was home or not.
“Nothing,” he said as he started to walk away.
“Yes, something is wrong. Why won’t you talk to me?”
Kace stood inches from my face and said, “What have I told you? We’re not friends, Goldie.”
So, this has been Kace’s motto ever since I became an official Jett Girl. I’m not stupid, I know the man finds me attractive—I’ve seen the way he looks at me—but this total avoidance unless he absolutelyhasto speak to me thing is starting to get on my nerves.
“Who said I want to be your friend?” I said defiantly. I mean, Ikind ofwanted to be his friend. He seems cool, when he’s not mad as hell or yelling at me. Plus, don’t friends have the privilege of seeing each other naked? I mean, I see the other Jett Girls naked and we’re friends. I think we should all just be naked friends, then maybe Kace would be less tense.
Kace guffawed. “Please, don’t fuck around with me. What do you want?”
The man was a dick.
Not wanting to play around anymore, I asked, “Is Jett home?”
A small smirk crossed his face, making me want to smack him right across the jaw. The man knew my weakness and I hated it.
“Yeah, he’s home.”
“He is?” I asked, a little too eagerly. “Any, umm . . . text messages?” I swallowed hard.
That damn smirk still graced Kace’s amazingly handsome face as he pulled out his phone and flashed me the screen. It was blank.
