Running out to my room, I threw on some denim shorts, skipping the underwear, a bra and T-shirt that read, “Tits” across my chest, stating the obvious, put on some flip flops and then flung the door open where Diego whipped his head around, shocked.
“You’re kidding me, that was like three minutes.”
“Ha! Told you!” I said while dancing around and giving myself fist bumps.
“Uh, before we go out, you might want to zip your fly.”
“What?” I looked down and saw that my fly was undone. Mortified, I quickly zipped it up and tried to pass it off as nothing.
“Nice wax job, damn that was hot.”
“Ew! You’re a pig!” I said while slapping his shoulder and heading down the hallway, trying to hide the blush that crept over my cheeks.
“Wrong way,” he called out over my shoulder.
I turned on a dime and marched the other way, ignoring him and the infuriating smirk on his face.
***
“What are you going to get?” Diego asked as he looked over his menu at me.
“Is that even a question? We’re at the Gumbo Shop, I’m pretty sure I’m getting Gumbo.”
Smiling, he said, “Good. I was afraid you were going to be one of those girls who went to a novelty restaurant and got a salad.”
“What’s salad?” I asked while shoving a piece of bread in my mouth.
“Apparently not.” Diego laughed as his phone started to ring. “Excuse me.” He pulled his phone out from his pocket and eyed me before pressing it to his ear. “Hello? Out to lunch. Yeah, she’s with me.”
My heart fluttered as I realized it must be Jett.
“Do you have your phone?” Diego asked me, I shook my head no. I forgot it in my rush to beat the allotted five minutes I gave myself to get ready. “No, she left it at the club. Yeah, hold on.”
Diego held his phone out to me and said, “Someone would like to talk to you.”
Grabbing the phone and turning away from him so I didn’t have to see his snarky face as I spoke into the phone, “Hi.”
“Hi.” His deep southern voice that made my toes curl rang out. “Are you behaving?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes, I’m behaving.” I heard Diego snicker from behind me so I flipped him off.
“Not what I saw. Pepper sent me a little picture of you testing out some of Diego’s apparatuses.”
Inwardly groaning and gripping my forehead, I said, “I fucking forgot that she took a picture. God, did she really send that to you?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”
Lightly laughing, Jett responded, “I thought it was hot as hell even though you went about it all the wrong way.”
“I have no clue how those things work. They’re like vines that like to fuck with your mind and claw onto you,” I whispered into the phone. “I think they come alive at night.”
Laughing some more, Jett said, “I miss you.”
It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second, hearing him say such an intimate thing. When I first went to the Lafayette Club, I never thought I would come to this point of my life where I would be talking to Jett Colby on the phone, hearing him say he misses me.
“I miss you, too,” I admitted as my face turned red from Diego’s staring. I turned to look at him for a second and he was making kissing noises at me. “Don’t you have something better to do?” I asked him.
He laughed and said, “I’m going to the pisser.”
“Are you talking to me?” Jett asked, a little concerned.
“Sorry, no. Diego was being a dick.”
“Do I need to have a talk with him?” Jett grew serious. I loved how protective he was.
“No, nothing like that. He was just making fun of me for saying I miss you.”
“He’s a jealous bastard. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Can you make sure that you always have your phone on you? I don’t like the idea of you being out and about and not having your phone. I need to know that if something happens, you can get in touch with me.”
“You’re sounding a bit paranoid.”
“Goldie, I’m serious.”
“I know. I’m just not good with this whole captive thing. I like to have my own freedom.”
Jett let out a long breath and I could envision him pinching his nose while looking out the window of his office as he spoke to me. “I know, little one, but right now, we just have to be careful. I have no clue what’s going to happen and until I do, I would like you to be as careful as possible. Promise me?”
“I promise.”
“Thank you,” Jett said, relief washing through his voice.
“Am I going to see you tonight?”
“I don’t think so. I have a person tailing me already. I went out earlier and noticed a black unidentified car following me around.”
“Are you serious? Jett, are you in danger?” My heart rate started to pick up.
“I don’t want you to worry about that.”
“Well, I’m fucking worried,” I said while raising my voice. “I feel like I barely just got you, I don’t want to lose you because some fuckwhit out there has some vendetta over you. Like, get over it, buddy, Jett Colby is by far superior than whoever the hell you are.”
Jett laughed in the phone. “If only it was that easy.”
“Well, I want you to be safe too. You have to stay in the club, no extra activities after dark and make sure your hand keeps your dick warm at night while thinking about me.”
Diego, who just appeared from the bathroom, stopped in his tracks and looked at me as if I was crazy.
“Mind your own damn business,” I spat at him.
“Sweetheart, when you’re using up my minutes to talk about masturbating with your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to mind my own business.”
“I should let you go,” Jett said with mirth in his voice.
“Fine, I will talk to you later tonight.”
“Bye, little one.”
“Bye.”
I ended the phone call and handed the phone back to Diego who wasn’t taking it. “What are you waiting for, my arms to sprout out like Inspector Gadget? Take your damn phone.”
“No way, wipe off your face juices first.” Diego made a motion with his hand and wiped his shirt with his fake phone.
“I don’t have face juices!” I stated while causally glancing at the phone.
Diego erupted in laughter and said, “Yeah, you fucking do.”
“You’re an annoying bastard, you know that?” I asked while wiping his damn phone and handing it back to him by pushing it across the table, not waiting for him to take it from me this time.
Our food arrived and instead of taking part in a conversation with him, I just buried my head in my bowl of Gumbo. I was irritated not because of Diego, he was actually a good time when he wasn’t being annoying but with the situation I was in. I hated being trapped and helpless. Ever since my parents were taken away from me, I’ve taken care of myself and now that I couldn’t do that and was being kept in the dark, I was irritated.
“Man, you need some sex,” Diego said while taking a big bite off of his spoon.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re so tense. You need to be fucked.”
“I’ve been fucked quite fine, thank you.”
“Nah, you need to be fucked until you can’t move anymore.”
“Oh? I didn’t know you were an authority on sex. When did this occur?”
“Last fall,” he said with a shit-eating grin.
“Errr, I want to hit you!”
“You’re quite violent, you know that?” he said in a calm voice. “One night in one of my play rooms and I would be able to fix that.”