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"I'd put a lot of things in your mouth." She smirks and checks that the children are still asleep before she finishes her statement with, "Trust me."
"Like what?" I say, and she shakes her head.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Actually, I would," I say before I can stop myself. I'm intrigued by Zara. I like her. I don't know her story, but I want to get to know her. I want to know what makes her tick, and I definitely want to take her to bed again. I want to find out where her sister is, why she always has her niece and nephew with her, and why she makes such poor decisions.
"I know that you think you are irresistible to women," she says to me, "but trust me when I say you're irresistible to me—I mean, you're not irresistible to me."
"Freudian slip, or would you like something else to slip?"
"Whatever, Jackson." She checks again to ensure her niece and nephew are not hearing any of this dialogue between us.
"Whatever, Zara," I say, chuckling. "So, can I get your number?" I ask her. I want to call her, I want to take her out, I want to take her to The Plaza for a longer amount of time, enjoy breakfast in bed with her, and maybe even eat it off of her.
"No."
"I said, 'Can I get your number?'" I repeat, just in case she hadn't heard me correctly.
"I heard you the first time, and the answer is still no.” She shakes her head. "You cannot have my number. I do not want you to call me. I do not want you to text me. I do not want anything to do with you." She's so stubbornly annoying.
She's sexy, and the more she says no, the more I realize I want to get to know her better. I don't know what is going on. I don't know what has shifted in the universe, but everything in my life is changing in ways that make me uncomfortable and make me question if I have lost my mind. "I don't normally go to that club," I pause. "It was my first time there. I didn't know what it was. If that’s why you’re saying no."
"I believe you," she says. "I didn't know what it was either." She wrinkles her nose. "I might still have gone if I did. Not that I would've done anything, but I need the money." She sighs. "But that's not why you can't get my number. I’m just not interested in anything with you." She offers me a sweet smile.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.
I need to be inside of her again.
And the memory of already being inside of her is definitely not enough.
19
Zara
Dear Sandra,
You will not believe what I did last night.
I can barely believe it.
But today is a new day. Today, I have to start making the right decisions.
Today, I have to be the adult my driver’s license says I am.
I am not going to think about Jackson Pruitt and the way he turns me on.
I need to get him out of my mind.
How do I do that?
Miss you,
Zara
I wake up the following morning feeling like I've just woken up from a bad dream. Did last night really happen? I yawn, stare at my discarded clothes on the floor, and sigh. The black dress on the ground is lying there, crumpled next to my thong, and I know that the previous evening indeed happened. My eyes involuntarily close as I think about Jackson’s fingers moving the thong to the side as I bounced on his lap. I remember how I nearly let him fuck me again, and I blush.
I still can’t believe he had the nerve to ask for my number. My heart raced as I debated whether or not to give it to him. I wasn't even sure why he wanted it. Maybe he felt like I was an easy lay and someone he could call whenever he wanted a booty call, or maybe he was going to offer me money for my panties again. I’m not sure, and I don’t care. I don't want anything to do with him.
