With butterflies in my belly, I enter the elevator, pressing the button for the ninth floor without the security guard once looking up from his paperback that he’s reading.
Chuckling, I peek inside my bag with my purchase and wonder how Sebastian will feel about it. I’d made Ramon pull over outside one of my favorite shops to purchase a deep purple feather boa. Seeing the feathers sticking to him at Kenza the night he was accosted on the dance floor by Cat Woman and Poison Ivy gave me a wicked idea. Ramon had blushed and told me he didn’t want to know what I’d bought. I, of course, had teased him with the feathers, but kept the black rabbit hidden.
Stepping from the elevator, I quickly shove the bag with the loot, into my messenger bag and knock on Sebastian’s apartment door. I know I have the key, but it feels kind of awkward using it when I haven’t in the past.
When no one answers, I knock again just as I hear someone unlock the snick on the door before the door opens, which leaves me speechless.
All words desert me with my blood rushing through my head. My heart sinks as I watch Jacky, wrapped in a towel stare back at me.
“Hurry up and say something. He’s waiting in the shower.” She stands with her hand on one hip, the other still holding the door open.
“Tell…tell Sebastian I hope he’ll be very happy.” My voice breaks as I whirl around and run back inside the elevator, thanking God the doors are still open.
Chapter 40
Sebastian
The water has started to cool so I turn the shower off and step out, grabbing a large towel to dry off with, hoping Jacky will have gotten bored and left. I’ve tried to stay in the shower as long as I can, but something tells me she’s still going to be out there in my apartment.
Looking at my jaw, I decide to have a quick shave. Not only will it prolong the inevitable, but I’ll be nice and smooth for when I get between my woman’s legs.
My woman. I like the sound of that and it’s the first time I’ve ever called anyone ‘my woman’. With just one look from her my heart pounds making me hard as fuck. She has a way of looking at me, which says I’m all she sees, and there isn’t anything as powerful as having that look on her face, it brings me to my knees every time.
I’ve seen the look on my brothers’ faces when she gives me that come hither look. They know I’m * whipped big time, and I don’t give a damn. I’d be * whipped every fucking day if it means she’s my woman.
Leaving the bathroom, I shove my legs in my shorts before grabbing a pair of jeans, which I quickly pull on then I slip my feet into my converse.
Unable to avoid Jacky anymore, knowing I’m also going to have to transfer her to a different department, I unlock my bedroom door, walk out, but stop dead when I see Jacky standing near my front door with my gym towel wrapped around her.
What the fuck!
“Jacky?”
She spins round with a guilty look on her face, but keeps looking towards the door.
“Why are you wrapped in my gym towel?” I glance towards the open bag underneath the hall table. “Where are your clothes?” I rake my fingers through my hair, starting to get a really bad feeling about all this.
“I. Um.” She starts to unwrap the towel and her clothes are still on, thank god, but what is she playing at?
I watch her pull the straps to her dress back up her arms and slide her skirt slightly down her legs.
“There was someone here. I, um, wanted them to think that we were together and about to shower,” she says turning on the water works. “Sebastian, I’m really sorry. I knew it was wrong as soon as she ran.”
I freeze. She. “Who Jacky?” I growl. “Who?”
She starts to back up at my anger. “Ramon’s girl. I’m so sorry.”
Walking towards her, I grab her purse from the hall table, shoving it at her then I open the door and shove her outside. “I’m arranging a transfer for you as of tomorrow. Personnel will be in touch with your new responsibilities.”
“Sebastian, I’m sorry. Let me talk to her. Let me make this right,” she whines.
All my patience has flown the coup so I slam the door in her face.
Racing to my bedroom, I grab a shirt, which I have the habit of going without around my apartment. Once that’s on, I reach for my cell to phone Ramon to find out where he is and why Carla was here alone. I’m presuming she was alone because my brother wouldn’t let her run. He would have demanded an explanation from me.
“Where’s Carla?” I don’t even let him say anything before I’m shouting down the phone.
“What do you mean, where’s Carla? Dropped her at your place about ten minutes ago. Are you telling me she never made it up to you?”
“She made it.” I lean against the counter in the kitchen to try and catch my breath. “I was in the shower and Jacky answered the door, making it look like she was about to join me in it. I have no idea what was said, but I guess she took one look at Jacky in my gym towel and fled.”