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“I’ll walk you out.” Becky offered, leaving the island again.
“Love you, girl.” I tried blowing her a kiss, but a sneeze was more persistent.
“Love you more. Sorry!” Peach shouted from the hall.
When they were well into the hall, Corinne gazed my way with her brows in the air. She pulled her glass up for a sip and hissed, “A bitch ain’t crack one joke or hit one twerk since I’ve been here.” Ines tossed her a glance from over her shoulder, most likely shocked, but possibly agreeing. “You’re off tonight.”
Tossing the final batch of hushpuppies in, I twisted my mouth. “I know.”
An hour later, I was stretched out on the chaise lounge in my bedroom, listening to music while drinking wine. The medicine to combat the allergic reaction had me a bit drowsy. When my phone rang in my hand, I was shocked to see who was hitting me up viaFaceTime. Quickly, I sat up, fingered my loose hair to give a wild appearance, and licked my dulled, pink-stained lips.
When I tapped to answer, the image loaded and my breath was stolen. Jas rubbed his face and his tight coils glistened. When his face was revealed, I saw how tight his eyes were. It brought back intimate flashes of erotica. Jas’ eyes—his expression—was identical to when he licked my thighs and pushed his tongue into my cleft.
“What it do?” he droned, thick testosterone-soaked cords.
That brought back inappropriate memories, too. I’d slept and woke up with Jas twice, and both times my entire frame was heightened with arousal. Each cell hyperaware and needy for his attention. That had never happened to me before, and suddenly, I was glad I never told him.
“It…does?” My lips quirked.
Jas’ silent snicker caused my own. “You in for the night or down…?” He seemed to be looking deeper into the camera.
That caused me to scan my surroundings. “I’m home.”
“Oh. Don’t look like your living room furniture.”
“Because it isn’t. I’m in my bedroom.”
“Gotcha.”
“You look freshly…showered.”Why did I say that?“It’s after nine at night. What are you still doing awake?”
Jas chuckled again. “I know. Right? I’m tired as hell.” He yawned, bringing his big hand to his mouth, his head reclined slightly. “I got in late today, but needed to put some work in before taking it down.”
“I thought you worked out in the morning?”
“For sure. But I had site visits I needed to hit before crews pull up in the morning.” I nodded, understanding the need to stay ahead of your crew at times. “Chillin?”
My head bobbed again. “Relaxing…waiting on my guests to come back in.” I lifted to peek out of the curtain of my French door.
“Oh. What aretheydoing out there?”
“Conversing with MaryJane.” I motioned, smoking a blunt with my hand.
“Anybody I know?”
I blinked hard. Was Jas being nosy?
Licking my lips, I decided to answer. “Becky and Corinne. I fed them well and now, they’re having their dessert.”
“So youdocook?”
“I told you I did.”
“You smoke, too?”
I shook my head. “Hardly. It loosens me too much. After two or three hits, I’ll be oiled, calling my last fuck boy back for the tool.”
At first, he didn’t react. This meant I was victorious in disarming Jas after he’d done the same to me with his question about my guests. Jas said he only wanted to be friends. Even though I totally agreed, I didn’t forget about that move. I hated that it was him playing the card.
