[chapter fourteen]
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~Jeffy's POV~
I know I shouldn't be here.
I shouldn't be standing in Jimmie's house, listening to them talk about me.
But I couldn't stay away.
I honestly came over just to talk to Jimmie, hang out for a while, but as soon as I let myself in the front door like usual, her loud laugh reverberated from the back porch and I found myself slithering along the wall, out of sight, until I was within earshot.
She's so cute.
I mean, I know she's pissed off and has every right to be, but she's still so cute, sitting on the porch with her beer, bitching about me.
She just said something quietly, and I'm not entirely sure what she said, but I thought I heard the word "prove" in there. And "asshole".
Yep, must be talking about me.
I better get out of here before they catch me, and she really never wants to see me again.
If she doesn't already.
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"I think this fabric would be better suited to the dining room, Mr. Gordon."
"Whatever you think is best, Jasmine." I say. I'm refusing to call her Ms. Jones. Not after the other night.
"I think that would be best, Mr. Gordon. As for these window treatments - do you like them?"
"Whatever you think will look the best, Jasmine." I repeat, and she glares at me.
I know she's pissed. But I'm hoping that being passive and agreeable will make her a little less pissed.
Instead, she seems to be angrier.
"Did you ever have an opinion of your own, or did she take that too?" Jasmine spits out suddenly, and I feel like she's hit me in the chest at a 100mph.
Her eyes are flashing at me, her mouth set in a tight line. Uh Oh.
"Jasmine, about the other night … "
"I'm working, Mr. Gordon. I simply need your opinion on these window treatments." She says, her voice suddenly quieter, softened.
"Let me apologize."
"Will it allow you to get back to work and cooperate?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
"Jasmine, I'm sorry." I stutter. "It's not you, it wasn't you. I just … I got kinda … "
"Apology accepted." She interrupts. "Now, about this couch … "
"No, dammit! Listen to me!" Her eyes widen as I burst out. Oops. Slick, Gordon. Real slick.
She raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
"I don't do … I'm not like that. I don't just sleep with ... I'm not very good at this." I sound like a complete idiot.
Which is fitting, since I am one.
"I like you. A lot more than I care to admit. But you have to understand … I haven't exactly done this in a while. After the other night, I just got … I just got a little nervous, a little scared. Worried."
"About what?"
"That I wasn't … that you didn't … "
"Didn't like you? Didn't like it?"
I lower my eyes. "Yeah." I whisper.
She steps over to me, closing the space between us. "I do. I did." She whispers.
I look up, wanting to believe her.
"But after that stunt you pulled of kicking me out of your house, you have to be punished."
Punish me. Please.