something he didn’t think he would enjoy.
“You don’t have to take me out. We can call it even. I shouldn’t have made you agree to it.”
He changed lanes, adjusted the rearview mirror, and stared into it for a minute. “It’s been a fucked up day, Jess. Sorry if I’m not jumping up and fucking down about our date.”
My mouth went dry just a little. The whole thing seemed forced. I wanted him to like me, but my self-pride wouldn’t allow him to treat me like I was an aggravation.
I stared out the side window. “Just forget it.”
“Forget what?”
“The date.”
“What are you talking about?” he snapped back.
“Forget it. I don’t want to go out with you again if you don’t want to go.”
I sounded like such a girl. I didn’t care. I continued to stare out the window, listening to his breathing, which was labored and sounded angry.
“I want to go out.”
I turned to face him. I heard him just fine, but I wanted to hear him say it again. “Excuse me?”
“I want to go out with you.”
I wanted more. “Why?”
“You’ve got a nice little pussy.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
I glared “Are you fucking…”
“And you’re fun,” he interrupted.
It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “You think I’m fun?”
He shot me his shitty little smirk and nodded.
I smiled. “I think you’re fun, too.”
And when Friday gets here, I’m going to rock your world, Dick.
EIGHT
Dick
THERE was no way I was going to let him fuck me on the diamond, regardless of how I got my hands on it. “I don’t give a fuck what your little wholesale chart says. It’s not a wholesale piece. Look at it. My sources tell me it’s 10.22 carats, D color, and IF clarity. It’s a gem , no pun intended.”
“And there’s no laser inscription,” I added. “An easy piece to move.”
“Let me make a call to an investor,” he said.
I shrugged. “Make all the calls you want.”
He walked to the back of the store and returned in a few minutes. His face was covered in a guilty smirk. Apparently, his call went well. “I need to take the stone to the back. I should just be a moment.”
“You’re not taking that rock anywhere.”
He was five-foot tall, bald, and walked like a duck. With his jeweler’s glasses over his eyes and his eyeglasses propped on top of his head, he returned a rather confused look.
“I’d like to inspect it with a scope. The refraction of--”
“Bring your scope up here. Or take me back there. Either one.”
He pressed the switch on the wall, activating the electronic door lock and securing the front door. With the stone cradled in his hand like he was carrying a pressure sensitive bomb, he turned toward the rear of the store. “Follow me.”
After a rather lengthy inspection under a microscope, he removed the diamond, placed it to the side, and sighed.
“I’d go $2,500,000.”
I shook my head. “I’d take $3,000,000.”
“It’s…I…” he stammered.
“It’s what? I tell you what it is. It’s fucking huge. It’s flawless. And it’s one of a kind. Wholesale is $2,245,100 at 10 carats. At 10.22, it’s $2,295,000. But, like I said…”
He picked up the diamond, admired it, and placed it on the folded cloth. “$2,750,000.”
“Three.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” I said. “I’ll toss that motherfucker in the Colorado river before I sell it for anything less.”
He quickly reached for the stone and covered it with his hand. “You certainly will not. I’ll go three. It’ll take me several days to get the funds. Investors, you know.”
I fought against the urge to smile at the $2,000,000 profit I would make from the transaction. “Understood.” I tilted my head toward the diamond. “Give me the rock and call me when you’re ready.”
He set the jeweler’s glasses aside. “I’d rather keep it here. In the safe.”
“I bet you would.” I pointed to the stone. “Call me when you’re ready.”
He reluctantly handed me the stone,
“You don’t have to take me out. We can call it even. I shouldn’t have made you agree to it.”
He changed lanes, adjusted the rearview mirror, and stared into it for a minute. “It’s been a fucked up day, Jess. Sorry if I’m not jumping up and fucking down about our date.”
My mouth went dry just a little. The whole thing seemed forced. I wanted him to like me, but my self-pride wouldn’t allow him to treat me like I was an aggravation.
I stared out the side window. “Just forget it.”
“Forget what?”
“The date.”
“What are you talking about?” he snapped back.
“Forget it. I don’t want to go out with you again if you don’t want to go.”
I sounded like such a girl. I didn’t care. I continued to stare out the window, listening to his breathing, which was labored and sounded angry.
“I want to go out.”
I turned to face him. I heard him just fine, but I wanted to hear him say it again. “Excuse me?”
“I want to go out with you.”
I wanted more. “Why?”
“You’ve got a nice little pussy.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
I glared “Are you fucking…”
“And you’re fun,” he interrupted.
It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “You think I’m fun?”
He shot me his shitty little smirk and nodded.
I smiled. “I think you’re fun, too.”
And when Friday gets here, I’m going to rock your world, Dick.
EIGHT
Dick
THERE was no way I was going to let him fuck me on the diamond, regardless of how I got my hands on it. “I don’t give a fuck what your little wholesale chart says. It’s not a wholesale piece. Look at it. My sources tell me it’s 10.22 carats, D color, and IF clarity. It’s a gem , no pun intended.”
“And there’s no laser inscription,” I added. “An easy piece to move.”
“Let me make a call to an investor,” he said.
I shrugged. “Make all the calls you want.”
He walked to the back of the store and returned in a few minutes. His face was covered in a guilty smirk. Apparently, his call went well. “I need to take the stone to the back. I should just be a moment.”
“You’re not taking that rock anywhere.”
He was five-foot tall, bald, and walked like a duck. With his jeweler’s glasses over his eyes and his eyeglasses propped on top of his head, he returned a rather confused look.
“I’d like to inspect it with a scope. The refraction of--”
“Bring your scope up here. Or take me back there. Either one.”
He pressed the switch on the wall, activating the electronic door lock and securing the front door. With the stone cradled in his hand like he was carrying a pressure sensitive bomb, he turned toward the rear of the store. “Follow me.”
After a rather lengthy inspection under a microscope, he removed the diamond, placed it to the side, and sighed.
“I’d go $2,500,000.”
I shook my head. “I’d take $3,000,000.”
“It’s…I…” he stammered.
“It’s what? I tell you what it is. It’s fucking huge. It’s flawless. And it’s one of a kind. Wholesale is $2,245,100 at 10 carats. At 10.22, it’s $2,295,000. But, like I said…”
He picked up the diamond, admired it, and placed it on the folded cloth. “$2,750,000.”
“Three.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” I said. “I’ll toss that motherfucker in the Colorado river before I sell it for anything less.”
He quickly reached for the stone and covered it with his hand. “You certainly will not. I’ll go three. It’ll take me several days to get the funds. Investors, you know.”
I fought against the urge to smile at the $2,000,000 profit I would make from the transaction. “Understood.” I tilted my head toward the diamond. “Give me the rock and call me when you’re ready.”
He set the jeweler’s glasses aside. “I’d rather keep it here. In the safe.”
“I bet you would.” I pointed to the stone. “Call me when you’re ready.”
He reluctantly handed me the stone,
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