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He laughed then finished the rest of his drink. I raised my hand to fetch the bartender for another round. Before it was finished, I had turned off my phone.
Fuck her if she tries to call, I thought, still unsure of what to think after she had flipped out after we fucked the other night. I did not need that kind of confusion in my life.
I had enough of my own crazy to deal with. More than enough.
Logan and I spent the night catching up, drinking and forgetting our problems. I parted ways with him after he picked up some woman with brunette hair and big tits.
On the way back to my apartment, I turned my phone on, thinking about giving Jade a call and seeing if she was okay. When I saw no messages come in, I put it in my pocket and kept walking.
Maybe it’s for the best, I told myself. If this business opportunity with Max turns out to be legit, maybe I’ll be able to have something in my life with actual meaning. Then again, maybe not.
Climbing the stairs to my third-floor apartment, part of my daily routine for keeping in shape, my phone rang. I dug it out of my pocket and saw Jade’s name. After half-a-second of consideration, I ignored it.
With liquid courage running through my veins, I didn’t see any need for her in my life. I had done fine enough without her. I would keep doing fine
She appeared in my dreams that night, chasing and teasing me in a thousand different ways. I woke up the next morning with the hardest boner I’d had since my teenage years.
What is that woman doing to me?
SEVENTEEN
Jade
When he didn’t answer my call, I figured it was late, and he was asleep or doing something else. The next day, with each hour that passed, I became more obsessed with talking to him.
I still wasn’t able to explain my craziness after we had made love, but I was ready to try. He kept appearing in my thoughts. I had to give him a chance if he would have me.
After controlling my urge all day, I broke down after dinner and sent him a simple text message, “You around?” He answered with a simple, “Yes.”
“Can I come over? Talk?”
A minute passed. No answer. Then another went by. I fucked it up. He’s done with me. Right before turning my phone off so I wouldn’t stare at the screen all night waiting for him, it buzzed.
The text message contained an address across town, nothing more. My heart raced. While attracted to him physically, I wasn’t sure i
f he was a person that I’d want to try turning into something more.
Would he even want me as a girlfriend? A million questions went through my mind as I rushed to my bedroom to pick out something to wear. I wanted to look sensual not slutty.
As I got dressed and freshened up, I thought about what to tell him. The truth is best, I told myself. Even if he wants nothing to do with you after it. But what is the truth about my feelings?
I told myself I was only going over to his apartment to talk and explain my actions the other night, but I wore my special red panties just in case things got heated. With a man like him, how could they not?
In the cab on the way over, I sat with my legs pressed firmly together, wondering if the skirt I’d chosen was too short. He probably already thought I was using him for sex.
Did he think that’s why I was coming over? The questions spun in my brain, causing me to become even more nervous. Ever since losing my job as a freelance journalist, I lacked the confidence I once had.
My father had said I was crazy and needed to work harder, but after not even a week in Afghanistan, my life had changed dramatically, one thing crashing after another. And Cooper was connected to that.
Was that why I wanted to see him again so desperately? A hope he would have answers I’d not been able to find on my own? Only one way to tell. He’s either going to understand or be an asshole.
The cab arrived at his apartment. I paid the driver then got out, the wind whipping up and sending my hair in every direction. I rushed to his front door where a man in a nice blue uniform opened it.
“Welcome to Rosary Tower,” he said. “Are you here to see someone?”
He held a tablet in his left hand.
“I’m here to see Mr. Anderson. He’s expecting me.”
