[chapter twenty]
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Rated R: Naughtiness ahead!
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~Jeffy's POV~
This meeting couldn't possibly be any more boring that it is at this moment.
Hendrick is droning on and Jimmie and I keep poking each other in the ribs to keep the other awake. I was up waaaaay too late with Jasmine, and Jimmie didn't get back from a Lowe's visit until the middle of the night. Therefore, first thing in the morning is not the best time to be talking about spoiler templates to either one of us.
Finally, the meeting wraps up and we both stand up and stretch as the meeting participants drift away.
"You look beat." Jimmie says, acknowledging the circles under my eyes and the rumpled shirt I yanked off my floor this morning.
"I am." I say noncommittally. "Late night."
"Gee, anyone I know?" Jimmie teases.
Bastard. He knows exactly what I was doing and with whom. And damn me if I can't keep the grin from my face.
"And how is the lovely and talented Jasmine?" Jimmie continues as we wander into my office and sit down.
"She's very … "
"Nice?" Jimmie fills in with a smirk and I can't resist flipping him the finger. He bursts into laughter and I can't help but join in. "Now I know Jasmine has been influencing you."
"Jimmie? Shut up."
He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, sorry."
"How was the opening?" I ask, leaning back in my chair and trying to focus on not falling asleep.
"It was really good. We met with the - " Jimmie stops as there is a knock on my office door.
"Come in." I call out and Jasmine's head appears around the heavy wooden door. "Hey you." I say, standing up to greet her.
"Hey you." She replies as she steps inside, then smiles at Jimmie. "Hey stranger. Sorry to interrupt. I was just on my way to the office and wanted to drop off those carpet samples for your downstairs guest bedroom. Want me to come back later?"
"No, no." Jimmie says, standing up and heading for the door. "I'm gonna go find coffee anyway. Talk to ya later. We still on for - " Jimmie begins before I interrupt him, anticipating his question, just like every week.
"Yeah." I answer, knowing what he's asking. "Eight."
"See ya." He says as she slides out the door, landing a kiss on my cheek.
"Am I invited to poker night this time?" I ask, walking back to sit at my desk as Jasmine sets several books and samples in front of me. "Or do I have to prove myself again?"
"No, you pretty much proved yourself last night." She says with a wink as she digs in her shoulder bag before leaning over my shoulder to deposit more sketches. I breathe deeply, smelling her light perfume, her shampoo.
Don't do it, man.
Don't do it.
Don't.
But I can't resist. I can't resist grasping her shoulders and pulling her around to stand in front of me, then pulling her down into my lap. She giggles and pushes against my chest playfully as her legs cross me and dangle on either side of mine.
"Jeff. No. Not here."
"Yes."
"When did you become an exhibitionist? This is your office!"
"Um. Hi. We did it in your STREET last night."
"That was different. It was dark. And my boss wasn't 20 feet away."
"Rick's office is 60 feet away, thanks very much."
"You are a … very …
bad … man." She mutters as I kiss her deeply, praying no one walks
in for the next few minutes.