Gerald is a regular who’s been to more of my shows than Ryan. He seems like a lovely guy, but dyed combovers and button-up Hawaiian shirts aren’t my thing.
Jet flicks two fingers between my brows, demanding the return of my focus. “I’m not talking about Gerald. It is someone much hotter, just not quite as handsome as me.” He dusts his fingers over his chest.
I roll my eyes. “Well that could only be one person. . .”
Jet nods, assuming I’ve caught on. I haven’t.
“. . .Pete?”
“What?! No!” His voice is so loud he startles my heart as much as my ears.
“My god, Savannah. You are lucky you’re gorgeous.” He whispers my name to ensure those surrounding us don’t hear it. “I’m talking about Ryan. The guy who rocks up here every night to drive you home. He isn’t doing that to be friendly. He wants in your panties.”
I huff, wishing what he said were true. “Ryan doesn’t want to sleep with me. He’s been there. He’s done that. He isn’t interested. He is just being civil. It is the way he is. Ryan is a gentleman; nothing will change that.”
“A gentleman who wants to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.” Jet rocks his hips while making inappropriate moans. “He wants to give you the best sex you’ve ever had.”
I throw my fist into his stomach, winding him. “Once again: been there, done that.”
Jet makes a pfft noise. “You said he was a virgin?”
“Yeah, so?”
He cocks a brow. “That means he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was doing. He probably didn’t find your G spot, much less make you orgasm.”
My teeth graze my bottom lip as my mind wanders. Just like me, Ryan was a virgin, but that didn’t stop him from knocking it out of the park. My god—that man knew what to do andpreciselyhow to do it. When we were together, the sex was. . .mind-blowing.
I fan my flaming red cheeks with my hand. “Trust me, he knew what he was doing.” I’m prepared to say more, but I don’t need to. Jet’s wide eyes reveal he believes me.
After shoving a lollipop into his mouth, Jet says, “If he was hitting sixes back then, imagine his skills now?”
I groan. “Don’t say that.”
“Why? You tempted?” Jet asks, waggling his brows.
I nearly lie but swallow my words when I consider how many lies I’ve told the past five years.
“More jealous than tempted,” I admit. I want Ryan to be happy, but I hate the idea of him with anyone but me.
“You don’t have to be jealous, Savannah. He’s there, waiting for you like he’s always been.”
I wish I had as much confidence in Jet’s declaration as he does, but I don’t. Ryan hasn’t given any indication that he dislikes me, but he’s not put out any feelers either. He is the most guarded he’s ever been. I can’t read what he had for dinner, much less gauge his reaction to my resurrection. For the first time in the twenty-five years I’ve known him, I’m flying solo. It’s a scary, tormented flight.
When I throw my gym bag over my shoulder, Jet asks, “Same time tomorrow?”
My pout morphs onto his mouth when I shake my head. “I took Saturday off, remember?”
He glances at me like I told him I’m performing open heart surgery with a butter knife and a pair of tinsnips.
“I have my performance at Maison’s Bordello tomorrow night. Although the double pay is appealing, I don’t think I can do four performances in a night.”
“Oh.” Jet’s reply is not an informative “oh.” It is a worried one.
“Sunday?” I ask, pursing my lips.
After twanging my bottom lip, Jet nods his head. “I’ll be here. Will you?”
My frown turns into a smirk. “You haven’t gotten rid of me yet.”
