Page 14 of Savage in the Sheets
Maybe he doesn’t want things to be awkward with his coworkers. Or maybe he doesn’t want me hurting Barry. Whatever it is, it should be able to wait until tomorrow.
My first meeting begins at eight, which means I have to be at work by seven. I’m exhausted and desperately need a bath.
But for some reason, I can’t say no.
Jenna:come on over
Weston
It’s nearly ten o’clock when I finally make it to Jenna’s door, and when I do, I’m half-tempted to hightail it back home like a coward.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but the urgency I feel disallows me from backing down, and it’s hard to predict what the fallout is going to be.
Be cool. Desperate is a total turnoff to women. Act like you’re looking out for her best interest, because that’s what you’re doing.
I barely get to the third knock before the door flies open, and Jenna is glaring at me in her pajamas, arms crossed over her chest.
“What’s so important that it couldn’t wait?”
Crap. Didn’t realize she might be mad.
“You gonna invite me in?”
She steps aside, and I enter, taking a seat at her kitchen table.
“I’ll take a beer if you wouldn’t mind parting with one.” Lord knows I need courage.
She presses her hands firmly to her hips. “You came over for a nightcap?”
“We have some on-the-job training to do, so why don’t you get one for yourself as well.”
After casting me an annoyed look, she leaves to get our drinks, and I go over the talking points I put together on the walk over.
Surprise, surprise—I can’t remember a single one.
Jenna takes a seat and hands me my beer. “Now, tell me what’s up.”
“Barry isn’t the right guy for you to practice on,” I blurt out.
She takes a sip of her beer, not bothering to reply back.
“What I mean to say is, there will be better opportunities for you, and I’m not going to let you settle for Barry.”
“Then, who? Some asshole on Tinder?”
“No.” I take a swig of beer. “Me.”
Her mouth opens slightly as her eyes grow round. Clearly, she was not prepared for my recommendation, and truth be told, I wasn’t either. I had originally planned to roll out my idea slowly and let her come to the conclusion herself, but something inside me took hold, and I spoke on auto-pilot.
After a long moment of silence, I add, “It’s the least I can do for you. After all, you’re the reason I finished school. I owe everything to you.”
Her face contorts in angry rage. “Get out!” she snaps, finger pointed towards the door.
My brow lifts in surprise. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“You came over here at night to offer me some kind of pity fuck?”
“I didn’t mean—”
