"Um, okay," I say confused by his change in conversation.
"Do you want to know why we only come in Monday through Thursday, Jesse?" I nod, sucking in a deep breath through my nose, suddenly aware where he is going with this.
He smiles at me and motions me to lean closer as if he was going to tell me a secret, and whispers into my ear, “Because you don't work Fridays." I sit frozen as he stands and heads to the door. "We may not be here tomorrow or Thursday, but he will definitely be at the game on Sunday. He's interested Jess, he just doesn't know what to do with that yet." And with that, he strides out the door.
Brett
I CAN'T believe that I let Caleb talk me into this. After I showed my ass at the coffee shop on Tuesday, I've been avoiding Jesse all together. The vending machine at the station has been my only source of breakfast for the last two days. I polished off my supply of protein bars early leaving me starving in the mornings. I tried to send Caleb to get me my usual fruit and granola from Nell's, but he refused. He then proceeded to lecture me for forty-five minutes about how I needed to “man up and face Jesse”. For a best friend, he is completely worthless. It's all his fault I'm even in this situation to begin with.
I just need to tell Jesse that I'm married, let her down easy, and try to pretend this whole thing never happened. She's a sweet girl, but I am in no position to be dating right now. Besides, Jesse seems a bit young and naive. She is after all twenty-six years old and still working in a coffee house. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to judge anyone based on their career choices, as long as it's what you want to be doing and not just what you have gotten stuck doing. Jesse doesn't strike me as the type of girl to serve muffins for the rest of her life though, so her working at Nell's is confusing.
Above and beyond all of that...I'm still married. That alone is like the blinking neon signs of reasons why I shouldn't be on a date with another woman. I've been broken for a long time now. I don't have anything to offer someone else. Shit, why did I show today? It would have been easier if I just stayed home and apologized for standing her up after the fact.
I wait in front of the stadium, scrolling through Facebook on my cell phone. I swear if one more of my high school friends posts pictures of their lunch, kids, or dogs, I'm going on a spree reporting everyone as spam. I can't even turn on my phone anymore without being reminded about exactly what my life is lacking. Good food, kids, and a dog!
Just as I end my internal rant, I hear a loud whistle behind me. Turning to look and I see a smoking hot brunette headed my way. My eyes start on her high heel knee boots, sliding up her sculpted legs, and over her perfectly curved waist. I freeze as I watch her full breasts bounce with each step. My dick instantly gets hard and I quickly shove my hands in my pockets trying to rearrange myself before anyone notices. Just what I don't need is for Jesse to show up right now, forcing me to explain why I'm playing pocket pool while staring at some woman walking down the street. That would probably go over about as well as when I cussed at her the other day.
"Hey." I tear my eyes away from the woman’s breasts just in time to see her stop in front of me. I glance up and into a pair of familiar golden brown eyes.
"Jesse? Jesus, what are you wearing?"
"A dress," she answers shortly.
"Are you sure, because it looks like you left half of it at home," I respond as my eyes rake over the short black sweater dress with a plunging V in the front revealing most of her tits.
"Don't you dare start with me about this outfit. It took me six hours to convince Kara that I didn't need to wear a red corset and black leather mini skirt here today. So this," she motions her hands over her luscious body, "was our compromise." Did she just say red corset and black leather mini skirt? Oh yeah, my dick heard her loud and clear.
I try to clear my throat and shake my head to stop myself from staring at her chest again, but damn, she is showing a ton of skin. Until today, I didn't even know Jess had cleavage. I bet I could hook the tip of my finger into her top and stroke her nipple without anyone even noticing. I groan at the thought as she stands looking at me questionably.
"Are you okay? You're making weird noises. Do you want me to go?" And just like that my shit life comes crashing back down. I remember that I won't be stroking anyone’s nipples tonight, unless my left hand happens to wander to my own during a much needed solo cold shower.
"Yeah I'm fine, sorry. No, I don't want you to go."
"Well, can we go inside then? It's getting cold, and Kara said it would be an insult to cover this dress up with a coat so I had to freeze my butt off the whole way here."