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First I wanted her to get comfortable here. I didn’t want her feeling awkward around me or in my office. Jenny needed to know she was always welcome here. So long as she didn’t get the wrong idea.
Jenny spun around and plunked herself on the leather sofa. Her amber eyes looked up at me, like they were pleading for something. I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder.
“Thanks for getting us in here tonight.” She smiled at me, the same pinched lip smile she always used when she felt out of place or nervous. Some things never change, but I never once thought I’d ever be the person on the receiving end of one of those smiles.
“Babe, you and your friends are always welcome here.”
Her pinched lip smile stayed on her face, and it fucking pained me to see it. I ran my hand through her hair until I cupped the back of her head. Her amber eyes drew me in, and I couldn’t stop staring at them, wishing I could dive inside them. Her lips parted slightly, not enough to be relaxed, but enough to take the pinched look from her cheeks.
Her eyes pulled away from mine and shifted to the floor. She twisted the hem of her short dress in her fingers, revealing even more of her shapely thighs.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” she said.
“What babe, what don’t you know?” I tried to coax the words out of her.
“It’s just, I worry we’re taking up where we left off.” Her voice was so quiet I strained to hear her. It took me a minute to get over the surprise of what she’d said.
“Baby, whatever is between us is exactly whatever you want it to be,” I paused to laugh, “as long as you don’t expect to get married and have children or anything.”
Jenny’s face shuddered at my comment, the look impossible to miss. She regained her composure just as fast. I’d always admired her ability to react so quickly to a situation or comment. It would take me ten minutes to get to the same conclusion as something she could reason through in seconds.
The pinched lip smile reappeared as she looked at me. It killed me to realize she was still hurting after the way I left things when I moved to London. I’d never wanted to hurt her. Hell, I’d never even wanted to leave her. Which is I guess why I didn’t have enough balls to tell her we were over when I moved away.
But there’s no way to change the past. I thought enough time had passed between us. That we’d have a nice little fling to get all my Jenny hang-ups out of my system for good.
“I don’t know what we’re doing. This all seems so crazy.”
“We’re not doing anything, just having some fun is all.” I leaned over and kissed the fleshy bit of her neck. She’d applied perfume right above it and I drank it in.
Jenny twisted her body, taking her neck away from me. She lifted her hand, motioned it around the room and stood and walked to my desk.
“You did great, just like I always knew you would,” she said as her eyes flicked up to mine. I couldn’t help but smile, a broad involuntary smile that took over my whole face.
“You always were my biggest believer, babe.”
“I just wish I’d bought stock in you.”
I held her eyes in mine, my vision narrowed by my smile.
“I’m a private company, you can’t buy stock.” She looked over at me with a coyness in her eye.
“You could’ve given me some private stock. Isn’t that what you used to tell me? That you were doing all this for me?”
I looked away, both embarrassed and pissed. She was right, I did used to tell her that. But those words were forgotten at some point during the party that was Paris.
That was my first solo club, and I pulled in money faster than they could throw it at me. The kind of money that would fuck up the head of any twenty-three year old.
Why didn’t I fly her out to live with me in Paris? Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.
Those bad choices are only magnified now that she’s sitting here beside me. Now it’s too late. I can’t
First I wanted her to get comfortable here. I didn’t want her feeling awkward around me or in my office. Jenny needed to know she was always welcome here. So long as she didn’t get the wrong idea.
Jenny spun around and plunked herself on the leather sofa. Her amber eyes looked up at me, like they were pleading for something. I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder.
“Thanks for getting us in here tonight.” She smiled at me, the same pinched lip smile she always used when she felt out of place or nervous. Some things never change, but I never once thought I’d ever be the person on the receiving end of one of those smiles.
“Babe, you and your friends are always welcome here.”
Her pinched lip smile stayed on her face, and it fucking pained me to see it. I ran my hand through her hair until I cupped the back of her head. Her amber eyes drew me in, and I couldn’t stop staring at them, wishing I could dive inside them. Her lips parted slightly, not enough to be relaxed, but enough to take the pinched look from her cheeks.
Her eyes pulled away from mine and shifted to the floor. She twisted the hem of her short dress in her fingers, revealing even more of her shapely thighs.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” she said.
“What babe, what don’t you know?” I tried to coax the words out of her.
“It’s just, I worry we’re taking up where we left off.” Her voice was so quiet I strained to hear her. It took me a minute to get over the surprise of what she’d said.
“Baby, whatever is between us is exactly whatever you want it to be,” I paused to laugh, “as long as you don’t expect to get married and have children or anything.”
Jenny’s face shuddered at my comment, the look impossible to miss. She regained her composure just as fast. I’d always admired her ability to react so quickly to a situation or comment. It would take me ten minutes to get to the same conclusion as something she could reason through in seconds.
The pinched lip smile reappeared as she looked at me. It killed me to realize she was still hurting after the way I left things when I moved to London. I’d never wanted to hurt her. Hell, I’d never even wanted to leave her. Which is I guess why I didn’t have enough balls to tell her we were over when I moved away.
But there’s no way to change the past. I thought enough time had passed between us. That we’d have a nice little fling to get all my Jenny hang-ups out of my system for good.
“I don’t know what we’re doing. This all seems so crazy.”
“We’re not doing anything, just having some fun is all.” I leaned over and kissed the fleshy bit of her neck. She’d applied perfume right above it and I drank it in.
Jenny twisted her body, taking her neck away from me. She lifted her hand, motioned it around the room and stood and walked to my desk.
“You did great, just like I always knew you would,” she said as her eyes flicked up to mine. I couldn’t help but smile, a broad involuntary smile that took over my whole face.
“You always were my biggest believer, babe.”
“I just wish I’d bought stock in you.”
I held her eyes in mine, my vision narrowed by my smile.
“I’m a private company, you can’t buy stock.” She looked over at me with a coyness in her eye.
“You could’ve given me some private stock. Isn’t that what you used to tell me? That you were doing all this for me?”
I looked away, both embarrassed and pissed. She was right, I did used to tell her that. But those words were forgotten at some point during the party that was Paris.
That was my first solo club, and I pulled in money faster than they could throw it at me. The kind of money that would fuck up the head of any twenty-three year old.
Why didn’t I fly her out to live with me in Paris? Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.
Those bad choices are only magnified now that she’s sitting here beside me. Now it’s too late. I can’t
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