Jesse from last month would have dismissed it as no big deal, thrown on PJ's and never said another word. However, this new attitude-filled Jesse read me the riot act, forced me to drive home and put on a suit, skip dinner, and fuck her in the parking lot outside the theater. I wondered why she insisted on taking the Jeep. Apparently she had plans that required the extra space.
"Well hello there, officer." I hear from behind me as I wait trying to avoid eye contact with Kara. I spin on my heels and lay eyes on the most beautiful woman to ever put on a dress. She's wearing a short strapless black dress. It has some silver beading around the bottom that only draws your attention to her perfectly sculpted legs then down to her silver heels that give her a full four inches of height. Her hair is pulled back exposing her flawless chest and neck. She's stunning, and it causes my heart to stop and my mouth to go dry. I don't want to throw her into bed and have my way with her. I want to hide her from the millions of eyes that will no doubt be mentally undressing her tonight. Mainly, I want to lock her in a room and keep her all for myself.
"Fuck." Maybe not the most romantic of words, but definitely the most appropriate for the way she looks.
"Look at you!” she squeals walking over to me.
"I told you the uniform was hot!" Kara says as I remain speechless, silently drooling over the woman who will be on my arm tonight.
"You sure you want to go to this thing? We could always just stay in, order some take out," I finally find my words.
"Oh come on, you promised me a night of dinner, drinks, and dancing. I might even drink some liquor, and you know what that means for you when we get home." She winks in my direction. See, totally new Jesse.
"Alright, you kids have fun." Kara pats me on the ass. I'm shocked, but Jesse just laughs. “Be safe JJ, and if you decide to go streaking later make sure you call me first,” she says, causing me to look down at Jesse questioningly.
"Shut up. Thanks again for the dress." Jesse hugs Kara as we head for the door.
"No problem. Really it's Brett who should be thanking me when he sees what you have under-" Jess slams her hand across Kara's mouth and whispers something into her ear.
"Okay, okay," Kara says, muffled by Jesse's hand.
"Let's go," she says calmly as if the last ten seconds never happened.
"Um, sure." I place my hand just above her ass and guide her out the door. "Later, Kara," I shout over my shoulder.
"Night, hot stuff. Don't forget you owe me. We can talk about payment later." She bursts into a howling fit of laughter as she closes the door.
"What was that all about?" I ask Jesse when we get outside.
"You'll see later." She tosses me a sexy grin.
"If you aren't giving away any of the fun details, then at least tell me why everyone calls you JJ? I've been meaning to ask you since Thanksgiving."
"My name is Jesse James Addison," she answers, causing me to stop walking. Surely she's joking. Who names their daughter Jesse James?
"No, it's not," I laugh, only to stop when she flashes me some "Oh yes it is" attitude. "Wait, you're serious?"
"Yep, my dad was a big fan of westerns. My mom thought I was going to be a boy, so when my dad threw a fit about wanting to name me Jesse James, she gave in. It wasn't an issue until I was born without a penis. Mom says she argued with him, but the other names he chose were so bad she eventually gave in.”
"Can I say something about it without you getting pissed?" The look on her face implies I obviously cannot, but that doesn't stop me from saying it anyway. "That name is fucking hot! Don't ask me why, but it's definitely hot."
"It's a porn star or a stripper’s name." A flash of insecure Jesse peeks out.
"No babe, it’s your name. It fits you. If I've learned anything about you over the last few months, it's that you're a dichotomy. You have one side you allow people see. Then you have this ballsy alter ego that you only show when someone get close. I like this Jesse James woman." I pull her into me and roll my hips into hers.
I know her weakness; at some point Jesse became a sexual beast. While her soft moan ensures that I’m turned on too, a wave of something else passes over me. I feel a sense of contentment with her wrapped in my arms. So I open my mouth and say words I have no business saying.
"I love..." Thank God, I stop myself before I get to the most important word of all. But that doesn't stop my brain from firing one last absurdity. I'm going to marry this woman.
What. The. Fuck. I have no idea where that ridiculous notion came from. It's absurd at best. First of all, I can't marry her, I'm already married. Secondly, I will never allow myself to get into another relationship like I did with Sarah. I can't lose her again. Damn it, Jesse isn't Sarah! I scream to myself. I mean that in all the good ways, and the bad. Damn it. I hate my life. This inner dialog is killing me, so I try to focus back on the woman in my arms.