Page 69 of Hexed
Jenny waltzes back over with that clicky pen, and her footsteps stutter when she takes in the new duo sitting at the table.
“Hi,” she says. “I’m Jenny.”
She holds out a hand, and Venesa grins at her with that slow seductive smile I’m convinced she uses on people simply to disarm them.
“Jessica, you said?”
The planner shakes her head. “No, ‘Jenny.’ I said ‘Jenny.’”
Venesa scrunches her nose and leans across the table. “Oh, good. Can I tell you a secret? I’ve never met a Jessica I’ve liked. I’m glad you aren’t one.”
She winks, and Jenny blushes, a pretty crimson color dusting across the bridge of her nose.
And fuck, now I’m turned on.
Is there anyone Venesadoesn’taffect?
I glance at Fisher, wondering once again how many times she’s fuckedhimand, even more so, why the hell I care.
“Remind me to never introduce you to my assistant,” I pipe in.
Venesa ignores me.
“Jenny,” Aria snaps, standing up and gripping her arm, pulling her to the side. “Do you have to flirt witheveryone?”
Aria continues to berate the poor girl, and I take the opportunity to move my foot over and nudge Venesa’s. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” she returns.
Fisher shifts in his chair, his beady eyes narrowing as they flick between the two of us.
“Jenny, baby.” Fisher calls the planner back over. “Do you do birthday parties?”
Venesa’s gaze swings to him. “No.”
His brows rise. “You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask.”
“Idoknow what you’re gonna ask, Gup. And the answer’s no. I didn’t even want you to come here with me, and I’m sure as hell not letting you take over a birthday I don’t want to celebrate.”
“You know, I don’t really need your permission.” He crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk lifting the right corner of his pierced lip.
“True.” Venesa taps her pointer finger to her chin. “You won’t needanythingif you’re dead.”
Fisher snorts and tips his chair back until it’s balancing on two legs. “Please, you could never kill me.”
“Your birthday’s coming up?” I ask, mainly because I want her attention back on me.
She sighs, chewing on her lip before she nods. “Yeah.”
“Not just any birthday—her twenty-fifth birthday. It’s a milestone. We gotta celebrate. Short Stack, come on, you’re such a fucking downer.”
“No. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”
Of course she wouldn’t want to celebrate something like that, and I’m irritated that a guy who seems to be her boyfriend wouldn’t be sensitive to her history.
Doesn’t anyone actuallyseeher? Do they evencare?
I’ve only known her for a week, and I feel like I could school them.
