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desperately want him out of the way, my instincts and curiosity tell me to give him some time.
“Really? How long are you going to be in town?” She begins and tries to be friendly at last.
Megan’s attempting to divert Jacob’s questions with her own. She doesn’t want to give anything away. At least, not while I’m here.
“Unfortunately, my business here ends tomorrow afternoon. We should get together for lunch before I leave, though,” he’s still incredibly friendly and not easily dissuaded. Finally, Jacob realizes that she doesn’t want to include me in their conversation.
“I see that you’re busy here. Why don’t you give me your new phone number?”
“Yeah, we’re just heading out, Jacob. I’ll call you,” Megan says casually while shaking his hand.
He’s seems surprised at her obvious restraint and lack of enthusiasm. I’m boiling with jealousy. It’s obvious that she knows his phone number. He returns to the restaurant looking somewhat confused and defeated.
We turn away and continue our trip to my car. “Do you want to tell me what the hell that was all about?” I’m nearly shouting in her ear. I continue to wrap her in my arms. She’s mine and I want her.
“He’s someone I knew in Miami; a mutual friend of someone and myself, as I’m sure you can figure out.” Her responses are clipped and brief. She’s hiding something big. My sexual ardor begins to fade as I consider the possibilities.
“A mutual friend of whom?” I probe as she begins to squirm. There’s something dangerous here that she intends to keep from me, at least for the time being.
“Someone that I used to work with in Florida,” she offers but doesn’t elaborate.
“You had a job? What did you do?” I’m now in my inquisition mode and we’ve reached my car. We get in and I start the drive to my condo.
“Do you really want to hear the story now? I thought we were going to put the past off for a bit. You said the blog satisfied some of your curiosity.”
“Well, now that Jacob showed up, I can’t help resist knowing,” I argue and see that I’m holding my breath.
“My story’s a lot to cope with in a very short time frame, Matt.” She’s fearful about my reaction to what occurred in Miami. I should let it rest for now but I won’t. I know Dr. Stone would make similar arguments to what Megan’s suggesting, at this point.
“I’m not sure I want to hear it, Megan. Since Jacob seems more than familiar with you, though, I can’t let it go.” My anxiety level soars as I speak. Could her adventures in Miami be any worse than what happened during her solo travels in Europe? I reason. After all, she was living with her mother.
Megan breathes out slowly before she starts her story. “Abby helped me find a job as a real estate agent. She’d been selling units in a new high-end condo development. We teamed up and sold quite a few apartments to up and coming professionals.” Megan’s rather proud of their success I notice.
“Well, that’s great, Megan. It explains the designer clothes and flashy heels,” I observe. At least she worked with her mother and not Jacob.
“Yeah, that’s all part of the package. I leased a BMW and drove clients to the development. The units practically sold themselves because of their location near the ocean and they were sleek, as well as new. They had stainless appliances, high counter tops, pendant lighting, views, underground parking and 1500 square feet of living space.”
“They sound high end and great,” I tell her. I’m proud of what my girl did after she came back to the states. I just hope she wasn’t dating Jacob or one of his friends.
“Of course, the condos could never compete with your place,” Megan admits. She looks into the distance as the memories return.
I sigh with relief that she’s so fond on my pad. “Will you tell me about Jacob and your
“Really? How long are you going to be in town?” She begins and tries to be friendly at last.
Megan’s attempting to divert Jacob’s questions with her own. She doesn’t want to give anything away. At least, not while I’m here.
“Unfortunately, my business here ends tomorrow afternoon. We should get together for lunch before I leave, though,” he’s still incredibly friendly and not easily dissuaded. Finally, Jacob realizes that she doesn’t want to include me in their conversation.
“I see that you’re busy here. Why don’t you give me your new phone number?”
“Yeah, we’re just heading out, Jacob. I’ll call you,” Megan says casually while shaking his hand.
He’s seems surprised at her obvious restraint and lack of enthusiasm. I’m boiling with jealousy. It’s obvious that she knows his phone number. He returns to the restaurant looking somewhat confused and defeated.
We turn away and continue our trip to my car. “Do you want to tell me what the hell that was all about?” I’m nearly shouting in her ear. I continue to wrap her in my arms. She’s mine and I want her.
“He’s someone I knew in Miami; a mutual friend of someone and myself, as I’m sure you can figure out.” Her responses are clipped and brief. She’s hiding something big. My sexual ardor begins to fade as I consider the possibilities.
“A mutual friend of whom?” I probe as she begins to squirm. There’s something dangerous here that she intends to keep from me, at least for the time being.
“Someone that I used to work with in Florida,” she offers but doesn’t elaborate.
“You had a job? What did you do?” I’m now in my inquisition mode and we’ve reached my car. We get in and I start the drive to my condo.
“Do you really want to hear the story now? I thought we were going to put the past off for a bit. You said the blog satisfied some of your curiosity.”
“Well, now that Jacob showed up, I can’t help resist knowing,” I argue and see that I’m holding my breath.
“My story’s a lot to cope with in a very short time frame, Matt.” She’s fearful about my reaction to what occurred in Miami. I should let it rest for now but I won’t. I know Dr. Stone would make similar arguments to what Megan’s suggesting, at this point.
“I’m not sure I want to hear it, Megan. Since Jacob seems more than familiar with you, though, I can’t let it go.” My anxiety level soars as I speak. Could her adventures in Miami be any worse than what happened during her solo travels in Europe? I reason. After all, she was living with her mother.
Megan breathes out slowly before she starts her story. “Abby helped me find a job as a real estate agent. She’d been selling units in a new high-end condo development. We teamed up and sold quite a few apartments to up and coming professionals.” Megan’s rather proud of their success I notice.
“Well, that’s great, Megan. It explains the designer clothes and flashy heels,” I observe. At least she worked with her mother and not Jacob.
“Yeah, that’s all part of the package. I leased a BMW and drove clients to the development. The units practically sold themselves because of their location near the ocean and they were sleek, as well as new. They had stainless appliances, high counter tops, pendant lighting, views, underground parking and 1500 square feet of living space.”
“They sound high end and great,” I tell her. I’m proud of what my girl did after she came back to the states. I just hope she wasn’t dating Jacob or one of his friends.
“Of course, the condos could never compete with your place,” Megan admits. She looks into the distance as the memories return.
I sigh with relief that she’s so fond on my pad. “Will you tell me about Jacob and your
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