Page 10 of Stolen By the Hit Man
“You can put your claws away now. I’m not interested in your boyfriend. I’m just here because he said he needed help."
I stealthily step closer, listening through the door. The thought that Jasmyn thinks Nelly and I are together is truly laughable.
“Ma’am, you are mistaken.”
Still, the cackle that follows this kind of hurts my feelings, not going to lie.
“I am?”
“Me and Joaquin! Are you fucking nuts?”
Jasmyn replies. “I just met both of you. You walk in here looking like that, acting like you own the place. It’s not nuts to jump to that conclusion.”
She has a point, and yet, I hate it.
“Looking like what?” Nelly snarks. “Slut shaming, are we?”
“No! You look like you’re about to go on a date or something. And you look like…his type.”
“The man doesn’t have a type. Not that I’ve seen. In fact, I was starting to think he might be a eunuch.”
Damn, Nelly.
I get dressed quickly, but not quickly enough to step in and break up this back-and-forth. “Be serious. Look at you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment because, as a matter of fact, I do have a date. But not with Joaquin.”
“Oh.”
There’s a pause, and then Nelly gets a suspicious tone in her voice. “Why are you so concerned about me having a thing for Joaquin, anyway?”
“No reason.”
“Uh-huh.”’
“We just met an hour ago.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
“I’m here to help him with the cats,” Jasmyn says. “If they ever show up.”
“I’ll just bet you are.”
I’m dressed and in the hallway now, still listening. Jasmyn is holding her own.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“If you don’t know, then you are definitely not ready to take on that man.”
“Apparently, there are whole worlds I don’t know about.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m 28. I think."
“You think?”
“It’s a long story.”
