Page 112 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I feel the same about you. Can you see why I was so upset now?”
“I can, drama queen,” she teased, causing me to roll my eyes. “Don’t deny it; you’re a little drama queen.”
“Tease me some more, see where it gets you.”
“Hopefully strapped to the beam, hanging upside down with your cock dangling out of my mouth.”
“I really see that my class has rubbed off on you.”
“You can try all you want, Mr. Colby, but I will forever be the girl you plucked off of Bourbon Street.”
“And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, come on, I want to show you something.”
“Is it your dick?” she asked, as she followed behind me out of my office.
“No, but keep talking like that and it might be.”
“Oooh, another threat that only entices me, keep them coming Jettonathan.”
“Seriously?” I asked, turning to face her. She just shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Shaking my head at her, I brought her over to the only room she hadn’t been in since she moved into the Lafayette Club, my bedroom.
“Oh, my God, are you going to show me your room?”
“Yes, I think it’s time I stop hiding and let you take over my entire life.”
“I like the sound of that,” she responded, while rubbing her hands together. “Now, before you open the door, do you need to warn me of anything? Am I going to find little superhero toys everywhere? Maybe some Barney memorabilia, Care Bears?”
“Do calm down, you’re starting to foam at the mouth.”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she said, “I’m just so excited. I feel like this is the last puzzle piece I’ve been waiting for; now, open the door!”
Trying not to smirk at the glee that she was portraying, I opened the doors to my bedroom and let her in. She silently walked into the large room and immediately took in her surroundings.
My bed was situated in the middle of the room up against the wall, making it the focal point. A giant rug took up half of the wood-covered floor; I always hated stepping onto cold floors in the morning, so a rug was a must. My walls were sparse, as was the rest of the room; it almost felt cold and sterile, but now with Goldie in the room, I could start to feel what I’d been missing my whole life . . . love. Everywhere she walked, she rained love upon me. She was all I needed, all I ever needed.
“So, what do you think?” I asked, nervous for her approval.
After examining everything, she turned toward me and said, “Yeah, this room kind of sucks.”
Umm, not what I was expecting her to say.
“What?” I asked, entirely confused.
“Your room, it’s boring. Where are the pictures, the textures, the rich fabrics? I feel like I just walked into an operating room. Is this where you really sleep at night? No wonder you’re so fucking moody all the time; it’s like you purposely incarcerated yourself.” With a cute expression on her face, she asked, “You don’t expect me to sleep in here, do you?”
“Well, I was thinking—”
“No, definitely not,” she said, while holding up her hand. “I refuse to sleep in an old ice bucket. I mean honestly, Jett, I thought you were better than this. I mean, the Bourbon Room is warmer than this place. What is that? A cow’s tongue?” She pointed to a sculpture on my dresser.
“No, it’s art.”
“Looks like a cow’s tongue to me,” she said, while walking over and examining it. “Yup, it’s a cow’s tongue, you can see all the taste buds. Looks like this cow liked sour things.”
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot you are quite knowledgeable on different cow parts, like vaginas and whatnot,” I teased, reminding her once again of her drunken shenanigans.
“Still need proof of that,” she shouted, as she took in the “cow’s tongue” some more. “Gah, this thing is nasty. Why on earth would you have it in your room?”
“I have an appreciation for art.”
