Looking around, it’s hard to believe that this place is mine—all mine. It feels good. Thirty-eight and now a homeowner.
Yesterday, everyone had helped me move in without a hitch. Okay, one hitch…Rhett. Not something I expected. But what’s even more shocking than seeing him was my reaction to him. My pussy damn near floods every time he speaks to me in that low, quiet voice, and it pisses me off. I don’t know him, but I do know myself and my body wants to know him on a much more intimate level. Crazy.
Tomorrow, I go back to work at the diner. Can’t say I missed it this weekend—not one iota. But, why would I? Being in a damn college town and only blocks from the dorms, most of our clientele comes in wearing the school colors and half in the bag. Maybe it’s because I’m no longer one of them, but I feel the urge to punch most of them in the face. Not exactly ideal when you pull at least four to six eight hour shifts a week—sometimes more.
Well, for tonight I’ll enjoy my second night as a new homeowner. I feel like an idiot laughing to myself but I’m stupidly giddy. That’s when my phone jingles—I think it’s supposed to be a harp, but really sounds like a horrible alarm clock. Whatever. My heart picks up speed, and talk about feeling like a fool, but I’ve been waiting for this—I’ve been waiting for Rhett. This time, when he asked, I gave him my real name and number. It was only reasonable after he spent his Saturday hauling my shit in the back of his truck.
Unknown: Skye?
Skye: Who is this?
Unknown: Jaden
Jaden—not Rhett. For the life of me, I don’t think I know a Jaden. Who the hell is Jaden? Nice name, but it doesn’t ring a bell.
Skye: Who is Jaden?
Unknown: U forget all the guys whose nuts U have had in a death-grip?
Nuts in a death-grip? Who in the he—ahhh…the asshole from the club. What and how?
Skye: How did you get my number?
Jaden: Chick at your work. Amanda or sumthin?
That bitch. She and I are going to have a long fucking talk.
Skye: It’s Mandy
Jaden: Whatever
Skye: What do you want?
Jaden: U
Okay, what is this dude smoking? I look at my screen repeatedly, thinking I had to have missed something. I’m so confused that it’s not even funny. Not knowing what the hell to even say, I just decide not to reply. I’m not sure what’s going on, and I have no interest in being the butt of somebody’s joke.
Jaden: Hellooooo?
I think of blocking his number and forgetting all about him but something stops me. Curiosity? Glutton for punishment? Who knows?
Skye: I’m here.
Jaden: Calling
What? No, no, no, no! And, there’s the ring. Fuck! I think about not answering and letting it roll over to voicemail, but do I do that? No. Why? Because that would be the easy thing to do, and apparently, I have something against easy.
“Jaden?” I ask instead of hello like a normal person.
“Fuck,” he whispers over the line. “Say my name like that again.”
“You wanna tell me why you’re calling me?” I ask.
“Say my name again, Skye,” he repeats.
What in the hell? “Why are you calling, JADEN?” Yes, I totally drew out his name.
“I want to meet up with you—“
I cut him off, and ask the only question that’s on a fucking loop in my head. “Why?” He’s quiet over the line, but I can hear him breathing, so I know he’s there.
I hear him take a deep breath and slowly exhale before he answers. “Not sure why.”
“Umm…I’m a little confused here, Jaden.”
“So am I,” he mutters, and I recognize his voice now and clearly. Definitely the same guy who stole my fries, insulted me, and then later asked me for sexual favors for a price at the club. “Skye?”
“Still here.” Jesus, this is brutal. Honestly, I can’t think of anything to say.
“What’re you doin’ right now?”
Picking at the threads on my jean shorts—more out of nerves than anything, I decide to go with the truth. “Nothing. I’m about to go to bed.”
“Seriously? It’s only nine. What’re you, like a seventy-year-old man?”
“What the hell?”
“Wheel of Fortune is over so it’s time to retire with the newspaper and your pipe?”
This guy is the epitome of asshole, but dammit Wheel of Fortune? I try to hold in the giggle that escapes. “You’re stupid.”
“True enough.”
And for the first time, I really hear him laugh. Now I understand that the few chuckles he gave me at the club were bullshit. This sound ringing in my ear is the real Jaden. Funny, but he doesn’t sound like an asshole right now—just sounds like any other guy.
“I wanna come over to your place…tonight.”
Yeah, he said that. Jaden, as in a complete fucking stranger? Umm…as in hell to the fucking no. “I don’t even know you, dude.”
I hear him chuckle over the line again. “We’re back to dude again?”
Dammit! Smiling I over exaggerate my sigh before I say his name again. “I don’t even know you, Jaaaaaaaden.”
“Fuck, you’re a smart ass ain’tchya, sweetheart?” I say nothing in response. “It’s hot as fuck and makes me want to put something in between those big lips of yours to shut you up.”
Running my fingers over my lips, I question if they’re too big. I’ve always been self-conscious of them, but no man has ever said they were big…to my face at least. I’m pissed at myself that my voice sounds weak. “My lips aren’t big.”
“Yeah…yeah, they are. The kind of fat lips that are meant to be wrapped around a cock…my fat cock.”
I want to be repulsed. I want to be pissed. I want to be disgusted by his crudeness. Unfortunately, I’m anything but. His words enflame me from the inside out. I feel my pussy warm like I’m straddling a curling iron. And, my tummy flutters like I’m some goddamn teenager. Maybe it’s the fact that Rhett hasn’t called after getting my real number, or maybe it’s the fact that I know I could never jump and wrap my legs around his waist like Stella did. I know, I know, she all but tackled the man, but what man wouldn’t want a human Barbie doll clinging to him?
“I’m taking your silence to mean you’re thinking that sounds like a damn good plan, huh?”
He’s arrogant and an asshole but my absolutely shameless body reacts to the deep timbre of his voice like a fucking electrical shock. “I think you’re insane, and I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I don’t want any part of it.” Hang up! Hang up! Hang up, you dumb bitch! I don’t hang up though. Nope, I listen as if my life depends on his reply.
“No games. I don’t play games and I’m not about to start—”
“Then what is this? What are you doing?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Skye. All I know is that I get hard as fucking concrete when I’m around you, hell, when I see you across the street my dick gets hard.”
With those words, Jaden has completely stolen my voice. I’m shocked; I have no clue what to say, but my desire to say yes scares the shit outta me. He’s a stranger, a stranger! As in stranger fucking danger. Wait…“are you hard now?” Closing my eyes, I can’t believe I just asked him that, but it doesn’t stop me from waiting intently for his answer.
I hear a rustling sound and what clearly is a zipper—is he? Oh. My. God. “Crazy fucking hard.” My panties are instantly wet, and it’s only gonna get wetter when I hear his breathing hitch. I know he’s got his dick in his hand. “Let me guess, you’re in a pair of sweats, right?”
Asshole. “No, I’m…”
“In what? Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”
Against my better judgment. “Jean shorts and a tank top—”
“Unzip your shorts and put your fingers in your pussy. Two fingers inside that snatch.” My body is on fire. Done attempting to fight it, I do as he says and unzip my shorts. “Was that your zipper?”