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“Dammit!”
Jackie slammed the cabinet shut, then kicked it for good measure. Her hands trembled so bad she’d dropped three of the four glasses she’d pulled out from under the bar.
Without giving much thought to what she was doing, she let the fourth glass fall to the ground. It shattered and felt good. It felt so good to watch it break apart, for the shards to scatter.
They matched her wrecked nerves from her encounter with Mac earlier.
She’d gone home before coming in to work. The first thing she’d done was strip naked and grab the small wand vibrator.
She’d wanted to come so bad, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make it happen. She got right up to the edge and couldn’t make herself go over.
For the first time since she could remember, she couldn’t get herself off.
Beyond frustrated, she’d tossed the toy to the end of the bed.
In the shower, she’d tried to use the detachable shower head. Still nothing.
After pacing around the rooms of her house feeling like a caged animal, she’d gotten dressed for work a few hours early.Katzwould open in less than thirty minutes and now she had a shit ton of glass to sweep up.
“This is why I didn’t want a man in my life,” she said. Out loud. To the empty club. “Men are the only ones who can screw women up like this.”
Okay so that wasn’t the real truth. She’d had plenty of lesbian friends who had been messed up by other women. Teased and tempted and left on the edge, on the verge and unable to get over and off on their own.
Sex was complicated when others were involved.
Vibrators did their job without leaving her hanging for several hours afterward.
Well, that was if the batteries were new or were charged up. If not …
“I’m losing my mind.”
“Where’d you leave it?”
Jackie’s head snapped up. “Trae. What are you doing here? How’d you get in?”
“I’m here to see you and I walked through the front door. It was unlocked.”
“Shit.” Anyone could’ve walked in. Mac could’ve walked in.
“You okay, doll? You look kind of out of it.”
“Gee, thanks.” Trae shrugged. He didn’t mean anything by it and she knew that. She felt out of it, so she could only imagine she looked it, too. “I dropped a couple glasses down here. Call me Mrs. Butterfingers.”
“That all?”
“Isn’t that enough? What are you trying to ask? Just do it. We don’t beat around the bush, you and I.”
“True. Okay. What’s up with you and the cop?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh? You had that ready for me. Wanna tell me the truth? And where’s the broom?”
“Storage closet. First door on the right in the hallway.”
He walked away from the bar, disappeared from sight. Jackie took a quick breath. She had to get herself together. She had to rein it all in so no one would see what Trae had. She could hide her frazzled emotions from most people, but those closest to her would know she was faking it. Her acting abilities were limited to the bedroom. Her past clients never realized she faked it all the time. For the right price, she could fake anything they wanted.
Trae returned with the broom and dust pan. “Stand right there,” he said and began to sweep up the shards of glass at her feet. “You can talk while I do this.”
