The memory of looking up names with Goldie one night brought a smile to my face that Keylee misinterpreted.
“You do like it,” she said while sauntering over to me.
Fuck, wrong time to think about Goldie.
“It is revealing,” I said while trying to look anywhere else but her cleavage which was approaching me at eye level.
“But not too much, right? And it’s purple. I know how that’s your color…for Jett Girls and all.” She batted her eyelashes as bile threatened to surface.
She stood right in front of me and then without invitation, sat down on my lap. I was so surprised, I didn’t have time to react before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t find me attractive in this dress, Jett, that purple isn’t my color, that you can’t envision me, riding you all night long in your Bourbon Room,” she whispered into my ear.
If Goldie was the one in the dress, with her body clinging to mine, whispering in my ear, I would have laid her down on the ground and had her naked in seconds but with Keylee, I was more repulsed then anything. The only thing holding me back from letting her land flat on her back after I peeled her hands off me and got up was the fact that she was the key to getting my dad to lay off for a day or two until the bids were accepted. After that, I would find a way to protect Goldie, a different way and it didn’t consist of her living under Diego’s roof. That was for damn sure.
I put on a brave face and said, “You look great in purple but I think it might be a little much for the Mayor’s Ball.”
She smiled and leaned closer, pressing her lips right against my ear as her breasts were shoved against my chest. “I can always save this one for the after party.” She winked as she pulled away but not before brushing her hand against my crotch with a suggestive smile.
She must be delusional because there was no way in hell there was going to be an after party with her. After the Mayor’s Ball, I planned on spending the night in Goldie’s arms, even if it meant sneaking into Diego’s place. I was going to need to be refueled by Goldie’s gorgeous and beautiful personality after tomorrow night.
“Let’s try something a little more tasteful, Meghan. But I want to stick with purple. It seems to work well for me and Jett agrees.”
“I have something in mind that will be perfect,” the skanky ho said as she winked at me and went off to the main floor to grab another dress.
If another woman winked at me, I was going to jab them in the eye with my damn finger. Irritation was filling up my very soul as I continued to sit in an uncomfortable situation that my father put me in.
“Jett, I need some help,” Keylee called out.
“Uh, I think that Meghan girl is going to be back soon.”
“Ouch, I think I’m stuck,” Keylee said in a panic. “Please, Jett, I need your help.”
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the dressing room. Keylee was fidgeting with the zipper of her dress when she looked up at me in the mirror.
“Can you please assist me? Just get it going.”
Uncomfortable wouldn’t even begin to describe the feeling I was having. I knew damn well that she could wait for the skanky ho but this was her way of getting me to be more hands on. I squelched the growl of anger that wanted to come out of me and grabbed the zipper on the dress. With more force than I needed, I yanked the zipper down at the same time Keylee let the dress drop to the floor by removing her arms.
She stood with her back to me, wearing only a thong and that was it. She had zero modesty because instead of covering up, she thrust her chest out and shook her hair. Her tits were high and perky, definite boob job. There was no way those were real, they were hot, but there was no way they were real.
Turning around to face me, she grabbed my lapels before I could retreat and brought me closer to her. I made sure to keep my eyes trained on hers so I didn’t give her the wrong impression. Everything about this moment was so wrong and I didn’t want to make it worse by taking a look at her chest. I wasn’t interested but I was a man too. It was difficult to not take a look but I kept my eyes focused on the task at hand.
“Put your hands around me, Jett. I want to feel those strong hands on my skin, running up my rib cage and playing with the skin under my breasts. I want to feel your mouth all over my body, sucking on my nipples, playing with me, teasing me. I want to submit to you, Jett. My body is yours to do whatever you want with.”
It was rather disturbing how much she knew about me and the Lafayette Club. I didn’t know where she was getting her information but I didn’t like it. She knew too much.
Keylee was pretty but she wasn’t Jett Girl material. She would be in it for all the wrong reasons and she was too privileged. She wouldn’t work hard like the other girls. Plus, she was annoying as fuck and I couldn’t deal with that.
“Now is not the time, Keylee.”
“But there will be a time, right, Jett?” Her hands ran down my chest and gripped the loops of my belt. I kept my hands in my pockets, not wanting to give her any ideas.
“Keylee, this is supposed to be a friends thing, I thought I made that clear. You’re beautiful, but I don’t want to jump into anything just yet.”
“I know but I just want you to know that I see the way you look at me and I see the interest in your eyes. I want you to know that when you’re ready you won’t have to ask because I’ll be so fucking wet and ready for you that you will be able to slip that giant cock into me with ease.”
Who the fuck talked like that? Goldie said shit like that but that was different, she was with me. Keylee barely knew me. She was slightly psychotic. Good pick, Jett.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said nicely as I pulled her hands from my pants and set them to her side. I looked at my watch and said, “It’s late, Keylee, and I have a couple of proposals I have to work on. I trust your style. I’ll be by your place to pick you up tomorrow at eight. Please don’t be late.”
“But what about dinner?”
I turned around from the slight distance I was able to put between us. “I’ll have to reschedule. I do apologize for my rudeness. Will you forgive me?” It took all the strength in my body to be kind to her.
She smiled and said, “Depends on how you plan on apologizing,” and with that, she shut the curtain to the dressing room and cut the cord she had wrapped around me. Thank Fuck.
I grabbed the champagne that was on the table, finished off the dog piss and then took off for the front while texting my driver to pull forward. When I hit the front of the store, I was blinded by photographers.
Keylee.
She must have tipped them off. I took a deep breath, put my hand in front of my face to block off the flashes and headed to the car my driver just pulled up.
“Jett, is it true you’re now seeing Keylee Zinc?”
“I heard she’s pregnant. Is the baby yours?”
“Did you like the way she looked in that purple dress?”
Photographers called out questions as I retreated to the car. Well, I wanted my dad to believe I wasn’t involved with Goldie, if this didn’t do it, I didn’t know what would.
When I was in the car, I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial. I needed to hear her voice, I needed to be reenergized. She answered on the second ring.
“So I have this special ringtone for you and I swear to God, it’s like I’m Pavlov’s dog or something because every time I hear your ringtone, I instantly get wet.”
Now that was what I was fucking talking about, that was what I needed, my sweet little one talking dirty to me.
“Your ability to answer your phone without saying hello is refreshing. What if I was someone else?”
She thought about it for a second and then said, “I guess they would know the kind of effect you have on me.”
“And what kind of effect is that?”