Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "

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29

“Run Run Run”

Jett

The car ride to the Lafayette Club fell silent between Goldie and myself. After the phone call from Kace, the jovial mood we’d been experiencing turned sour quickly, and not because of the fact that Rex committed suicide, which was shocking news to find out, but because of Goldie’s reaction.

She cried!

Goldie fucking cried! She was still crying. As the driver took us back to the Lafayette Club, she cried next to me, little sobs escaping her. I wanted to reach over and pull her into my embrace, to tell her it was going to be okay, but the rage that was boiling deep inside of me kept me at a far distance from her.

I tried to control my temper, to realize that she did have a history with Rex and the information came out of nowhere, but the devastation in her eyes was hard to swallow. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would react the same way if something was to ever happen to me. How would she react? I would hope to God she would be more hurt than she was now. Then again, she looked pretty wrecked at the moment.

The car pulled up in the back driveway that connected to the garage and I quickly let myself out of the car, not waiting for my driver to open the door. The crunch of the gravel behind me let me know Goldie was following close behind. I was surprised she was able to pull herself out of the car, since she was so torn apart about what happened.

Shaking my head in disgust, I walked to the back entrance of the club, threw the door open, and then quickly walked up the back steps to the third floor. I avoided all the common areas because I was in no mood to talk to anyone.

Funny how fast the mood could change between two people with one phone call.

“Jett,” Goldie called after me, but I ignored her and found my way to my office, where I quickly poured myself two fingers of bourbon. The warm liquid coated my throat, easing some of the tension that was building up inside of me.

“Jett,” Goldie said again, as she walked through my office and slammed my door shut. “What the hell? Why are you running away from me?” she sniffled.

“I wasn’t running,” I corrected her, as I took a seat in my office chair and turned it to look out the window.

I turned my chair away from her so she would get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to her, but I had a feeling that wasn’t going to matter. She was a stubborn girl, and if she wanted to talk to me, I could only imagine she would result to climbing over my chair, if need be, to get me to open my mouth.

Yes, I was resorting to my old ways of shutting her out; I knew exactly what I was doing, but right now, it was because if I told her how I felt, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

The top of my chair was gripped by a small hand and I was forcefully turned away from my window; I was greeted by a very red-eyed and very mad Goldie, who had her arms crossed over her chest and was looking down at me, ready to unleash.

“You have two fucking seconds to tell me why you are acting like a dick right now or I am taking off. You can’t keep resorting to shutting me out. I am not fucking kidding, Jett. I will not stand for this.”

Running my hands over my face to give me a second to think, I took a deep breath and said, “I would love to have this little heart-to-heart with you, but I’m afraid you’re not going to like what I have to say.”

“What? Do you think you can only tell me things I like to hear? That’s not reality, Jett; probably fifty percent of the crap that comes out of your mouth is something I won’t like…”

“Fifty percent?” I asked with a questioning look. “That number seems absurdly high.”

“Don’t, don’t distract me from what’s going on here. Tell me why the hell you’re acting cold towards me.”

“You really want to know?” I asked, as I got out of my chair and started pacing my office.

“Yeah, I really want to know,” Goldie said in a mocking voice, trying to impersonate me. The woman knew how to press my buttons, and she was doing a damn fine job of it right now.

“Fine, I can’t stand the fact that you’re crying over Rex’s death. The thought of you being sad over him makes me physically nauseous. Seeing you weep over a man who did nothing but try to separate me from you is like a fucking knife to my stomach. Right now, I don’t even want you near me.”

“You can’t be serious,” Goldie responded, shocked.

“I don’t fuck around, Goldie,” I said, getting in her face. “You should know that by now.”

She stood her ground as I hovered over her, trying to startle her out of my office before I said something more damaging.

“You want me to leave?”

“Yes, I want you to leave,” I said without blinking an eye.

She crossed her arms over her chest again and said, “Well, too fucking bad; I’m not going anywhere.”

Frustrated, I blew out a long breath and went over to my bourbon to fill up my glass.

“Resorting to your bourbon again…you’re becoming a real lush, aren’t you? Can’t face reality, you have to hide behind a glass of amber liquid. I guess it’s your upbringing, push everything behind a fake wall so you don’t have to deal with it, then drink yourself into oblivion. Maybe you’re more like your father…”

I slammed the glass of bourbon into the wall as I turned toward her and said, “Don’t you ever fucking compare me to that monster, do you hear me?”

My rash actions startled her, as she kept her mouth shut and nodded her head. I could see that she started to visibly shake from the anger pouring off of me.

“Leave, you need to leave,” I commanded, pleading in my mind for her to listen to me, for once.

With a quick nod, she started for the door, but when her hand reached the knob, she stopped in her tracks and glanced in my direction. A lone tear streaked down her face as her eyes connected with mine. Right then and there, my fucking heart was ripped out of my chest and thrown on the floor. No matter how much I was mad at her for feeling for Rex, I still couldn’t take the hurt look in her eyes.

Pressing my hand to my forehead and trying to massage the aggravation that was trying to consume me, I said, “I can’t stand the fact that you have feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him,” she said, as more tears fell down her face.

“If you don’t have feelings, then why the hell are you crying? Why does it seem like you lost the love of your fucking life?”

A crease formed between her eyes as she processed what I was saying. She let go of the doorknob she was holding onto and walked toward me, never taking her eyes off of mine.

“You really think this is the way I would react if I lost the love of my life? You’re sadly mistaken because, first of all, Rex was nothing to me…”

“Then why are you fucking crying?” I shouted, entirely frustrated with the situation.

“Because it was a shock to me,” she shouted back. “I would have cried if you told me your milk man died. For fuck’s sake Jett, I have a heart. I don’t walk around all dark and moody like you and Kace; things affect me. I can’t help it. I cry during that stupid Budweiser commercial with the dog; it’s who I am. Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because…because…”

“Because why?!” Goldie spat at me.

“Because he stole Natasha from me, which turned me black, but when I found out he took you,” I shook my head and said, “When I thought he took you, my soul died. I thought I was hurting when Natasha left me, but I didn’t know what pain was until you left me, Goldie. I had no fucking clue what misery was until the day you took off. You can’t imagine the flashbacks I went through, the gut-wrenching agony I had to deal with by you taking off, trying to save the day.”

“I was trying to make things better for us.”

“By you ‘making things better’,” I quoted her, “You made them exceedingly worse.”

“Because I asked you to trust me? Because I wanted you to try to have faith in me?”

“Because you abandoned me,” I choked out.

Feeling vulnerable, I turned around so Goldie didn’t see the open wound in my chest that was starting to pour out. I didn’t do fucking feelings, this was why, because I wasn’t able to control them.

The room fell silent as I waited for her to say something, but instead of her coming back at me with a smart remark, I heard her feet pad across the floor until she stood directly behind me. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her head pressed against my back as she hugged me tightly.

“I’m sorry, Jett. I didn’t even think about how my leaving might affect you; I didn’t know it would hurt you so much.”

“Goldie, you were there. You saw the pleading look on my face when you said you were going to leave; you heard me beg for you to stay. How can you say it wouldn’t have affected me?”

She turned me around so I was forced to face her. Her hand went up to my face, where she caressed my jaw and said, “How was I supposed to know how you really felt, Jett? You never told me; you barely showed me. For all I knew, you moved on without me here, hired a new Jett Girl, which you did.”

“Because I thought you’d moved on. You were with Rex, Goldie. Rex, the one person who made it his mission to destroy me every chance he got. He was one of the main reasons, besides my dad, why we couldn’t be together.”

“And how did I find that out? Oh yeah, from Diego, not from you, the person who was supposed to be my boyfriend.”

Completely frustrated, Goldie let go of me and pulled away. I could see the tension radiating off of her. Did I really want to dig deep into our issues? Not really, but they were out now. They had to be resolved once and for all.

“How come you can’t just trust me?” Goldie asked, aggravated.

“Because I don’t trust anyone except for Kace. Everyone in my life has either left me or treated me more as an accessory than a human. Trust doesn’t come easy to me.”

“Have I done anything for you not to trust me?”

Valid point, she hadn’t. She’d actually been extremely loyal, but because I’m a fucked-up bastard, I can’t readily admit to her being welcomed into my inner circle.

“No,” I admitted.

“So then, why are you treating me like everyone else? Why are you clumping me in with all the other people who’ve hurt you? It’s not fair, Jett, for you to pre-judge me like that.”

I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t think she would understand.

“Jett, talk to me,” she practically begged. “Tell me why.”

Wanting this to be over, I finally said, “Because you’re the one person who could annihilate me, Goldie. I’ve never in my life felt so strongly about a person before, and it terrifies me because with one sentence, with one wave of your wrist, you could take everything away from me. You literally hold all the power. You’re the definition of gold. You think you’re just a small girl who came from Bourbon Street, but you are so wrong. You’re so much more than that. You hold the colors in the palm of your hand.”

“Colors?” Goldie asked, confused.

I walked over to her and opened up her palm. With my finger, I traced a J, F and P on her palm.

“Purple is for justice, something you were able to accomplish while staying at the Lafayette Club. Green is for faith, even though it might not seem like it, I have more faith in you than anyone. And finally, gold, for power. The colors of the city are yours, Goldie, the colors I live by, and fuck if you didn’t just come into my life and take them all away.”

“I just wanted to be a part of your life, Jett. I still do; I love you.”

Needing her close, I pulled her into my chest and kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Goldie. Fuck, do I love you. Three words I never thought would come out of my mouth, but the moment I saw you drawing my mother’s gravestone, I knew I was in trouble. I knew, at that moment, my mom was trying to bring us together, it just took me a little longer to accept the help she was sending me.”

“Why is this so hard?” she asked innocently.

“Because I’m fucked up and have trust issues. I have Daddy issues. I have little rich boy issues…”

“Little rich boy issues for sure,” she giggled into my chest.

“I’m sorry, Goldie. I want to be better. I just need you to understand that when you thought you were doing something for us, you were really destroying me. I don’t do well with being left behind. I was left behind my whole life. It’s hard for me to see something I care about so much leave me. I can’t fucking take it.”

“I understand,” she said softly, while rubbing my back, erasing all the stress out of my body. “Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything,” I said, almost in desperation.

She looked up at me and patted my heart with her hand. “This right here, this heart belongs to me, and I need you to open it up, to let me fully in and to be vulnerable, to be scared, to drop the alpha mask when you’re with me and just be. I will not judge you and I will not leave you; I’m here and I’m not leaving. Do you understand that? I’m not leaving, Jett, it’s time you accept that and help us move on with our relationship.”

She was right, I needed to stop pushing her away and finally let her all the way in, throw my balls to the wall and dive in headfirst to the unknown. Fuck was I scared, but with Goldie by my side, I knew it was going to be alright. It had to be alright, my mom brought us together for a reason. My mom knew Goldie was the one for me; it was about time I started living my life and stopped living in fear.

“I can do that,” I whispered, as I carefully brought my lips down to hers.

She sighed in my embrace and let my lips take control of hers. With my tongue, I pried her mouth open and tasted her beautiful self. She was intoxicating, debilitating, and so fucking mind altering that at times, I forgot who I was.

Needing to prove to her that I was fully in this relationship, I pulled away, eliciting a cry from her, but then grasped her hand.

“I need to show you something.”

“Okay…” she drawled out. “But before you do that, can we address one thing?”

“Sure.”

“Rex, what are you going to do about him?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you going to do anything about what happened?”

“There isn’t much I can do, or would want to do. Do I feel bad that the man drove his life into the ground by following my father and wound up killing himself? Yes, I don’t think any person, no matter how horrible they are, should die under such circumstances. But you have to remember, Goldie, underneath his fake façade, he was a bad person. He was blackmailing every single person in his club, making them work for him. He committed shady acts throughout his entire life, and when it came back to bite him in the ass, he couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry for the way he left this world, but I’m not sorry for what he had coming to him.”

“I see,” she said, while nodding her head, making me nervous. “I guess you’re right, he deserved what was coming to him…his jail sentence that is, not his death. I guess it just seems so sad to me that a person’s life could be that bad to them that the only option they think they have left is committing suicide.”

“It is sad,” I agreed. “But it’s not our problem. I can’t have you dwell on this. I’m not a very strong man when it comes to jealousies, Goldie. I need to know that you’re not truly upset over his loss.”

“I’m not. I’m just sad for the circumstances, that’s all. He was by no means the love of my life, and he never even had a shot at it. You, on the other hand, I don’t know what I would do if something ever happened to you. I honestly don’t know how I would go on.”

“I feel the same about you. Can you see why I was so upset now?”

“I can….drama queen,” she teased, causing me to roll my eyes. “Don’t deny it; you’re a little drama queen.”

“Tease me some more, see where it gets you.”

“Hopefully strapped to the beam, hanging upside down with your cock dangling out of my mouth.”

“I really see that my class has rubbed off on you.”

“You can try all you want, Mr. Colby, but I will forever be the girl you plucked off of Bourbon Street.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, come on, I want to show you something.”

“Is it your dick?” she asked, as she followed behind me out of my office.

“No, but keep talking like that and it might be.”

“Oooh, another threat that only entices me, keep them coming Jettonathan.”

“Seriously?” I asked, while turning to face her. She just shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Shaking my head at her, I brought her over to the only room she hadn’t been in since she moved into the Lafayette Club, my bedroom.

“Oh, my God, are you going to show me your room?”

“Yes, I think it’s time I stop hiding and let you take over my entire life.”

“I like the sound of that,” she responded, while rubbing her hands together. “Now, before you open the door, do you need to warn me of anything? Am I going to find little superhero toys everywhere? Maybe some Barney memorabilia, Care Bears?”

“Do calm down, Little One, you’re starting to foam at the mouth.”

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she said, “I’m just so excited. I feel like this is the last puzzle piece I’ve been waiting for; now, open the door!”

Trying not to smirk at the glee that she was portraying, I opened the doors to my bedroom and let her in. She silently walked into the large room and immediately took in her surroundings.

My bed was situated in the middle of the room up against the wall, making it the focal point. A giant rug took up half of the wood-covered floor; I always hated stepping onto cold floors in the morning, so a rug was a must. My walls were sparse, as well as the rest of the room; it almost felt cold and sterile, but now with Goldie in the room, I could start to feel what I’ve been missing my whole life…love. Everywhere she walked, she rained love upon me. She was all I needed, all I ever needed.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, nervous for her approval.

After examining everything, she turned toward me and said, “Yeah, this room kind of sucks.”

Umm, not what I was expecting her to say.

“What?” I asked, entirely confused.

“Your room, it’s…boring. Where are the pictures, the textures, the rich fabrics? I feel like I just walked into an operating room. Is this where you really sleep at night? No wonder why you’re so fucking moody all the time; it’s like you purposely incarcerated yourself.” With a cute expression on her face, she asked, “You don’t expect me to sleep in here, do you?”

“Well, I was thinking…”

“No, definitely not,” she said, while holding up her hand. “I refuse to sleep in an old ice bucket. I mean honestly, Jett, I thought you were better than this. I mean, the Bourbon Room is warmer than this place. What is that? A cow’s tongue?” She pointed to a sculpture on my dresser.

“No, it’s art.”

“Looks like a cow’s tongue to me,” she said, while walking over and examining it. “Yup, it’s a cows tongue, you can see all the taste buds. Looks like this cow liked sour things.”

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot you are quite knowledgeable on different cow parts, like vaginas and whatnot,” I teased, reminding her once again of her drunk shenanigans.

“Still need proof of that,” she shouted, as she took in the “Cow’s tongue” some more. “Gah, this thing is nasty. Why on earth would you have it in your room?”

“I have an appreciation for art.”

“Well, your appreciation reads like a bloody vagina. You need some new taste, and because I’m so kind and loving, I will offer my services.”

“Is that right?” I asked, as I moved toward her. “What kind of services would that be?”

“You know, curtains, wall paint, blow jobs, throw pillows.”

“Blow jobs? Is that extra?”

“When I’m trying to find a needle in a haystack, yes. Extra fifty for you, big boy,” she said, patting my chest.

“What did I tell you about girls who lie?” I warned.

“They get utterly fucked by their hot billionaire boyfriend?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“You’re impossible,” I huffed, as I walked away, hearing her trail behind me as I walked straight into the Bourbon Room; it was time to get down to business.

30

“The Days”

Goldie

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked Jett, who was butt ass naked and walking toward his room. That ass, damn. If I hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked in the Bourbon Room, I would be chomping away until I grabbed a piece of it.

“What? You want more?” Jett asked, as he turned toward me, giving me a full frontal.

Sigh.

Yeah, I sighed, don’t judge me.

“I always want more,” I replied, while slipping my hand into his, which he took as an invitation to ravage me once again.

Pushing me up against the wall of the hallway, he locked me in with his arms on either side of my head and lowered his mouth so it was only inches from mine.

“Can you handle more?” he asked, now starting to slowly nip away at my neck.

No, I couldn’t handle more; I was already so incredibly sore, but my damn pussy kept awakening every time Jett came near me.

His lips worked their way up my neck and to my jaw, where he peppered kisses along my skin until he hit my lips. Not even giving me a chance to recover, he pulled my bottom lip with his teeth and then bit it, making me squeal.

A low and sexy laugh came from his chest as he started to sooth my lip with his tongue.

Oh, fuck me.

My legs involuntarily widened, as his hand found its way to my hip, just under the silkiness of my robe.

Was this really happening again?

His other hand glided up to the knot of my robe, and the two sides fell open, exposing my skin to Jett’s heated body.

Yup, this was happening.

“You taste so fucking good,” Jett said, as he ran his tongue along my neck. I wasn’t really into the whole licking thing, but damn if I didn’t want to make a prosthetic of his tongue and run it up and down my body all day long.

His mouth descended down my neck to my chest, where my nipples were so incredibly hard, just begging for him to touch them. His hands, which were on my hips, glided up my body until they were gripping my breasts with a kind of force I hadn’t ever experienced from him. The way he squeezed me, making me stand on my tippy toes from the pressure, had me begging for more, needing more.

With skillful fingers, he pinched my nipples, hard, and then worked his mouth down my stomach until he nestled right between my legs. He spread my legs wider, until I thought I was going to fall, and then he pressed his hands against my hips to hold me up better and ran his tongue up my slit.

A moan escaped me as his wet tongue slid up and down my most sensitive area.

Yes, this was exactly what I needed. Even though I loved Jett’s dick, fucking craved that meat sword, I occasionally wanted to be loved like this, tenderly.

I relaxed into the wall as I let Jett’s tongue do all the work, allowing myself to feel every swipe, every breath, and every hum he laid on me.

Faster than I expected, I felt my orgasm coming on; my legs started to feel like noodles and my core began to burn from the onslaught of pleasure I was experiencing.

I gripped Jett’s head and prepared myself. With one deep swipe, I was riding Jett’s tongue, exploding from the inside out, screaming for the entire club to hear, until there wasn’t any more orgasm left inside of me.

My eyes were closed, trying to figure out how Jett was able to literally turn me inside out, when I felt him pick me up and walk toward his room. He moved the door open with his foot and walked me toward his bed.

Carefully, he placed me on the very comfortable mattress, which made me temporarily forget where I was, until I opened my eyes.

Jett was in his closet, pulling on a pair of briefs, when I sat up and looked at him.

He was hard, really fucking hard, and I knew it was because he was turned on from getting me off. How could you not love a man for that?

“Come here,” I said, waving my finger at him.

“Why?” he asked, at the same time as he leaned against the door frame of his closet and crossed his arms over his impressively cut chest.

“Because I want to soothe that rather massive ache you have in your briefs; now, get over here.”

“Not necessary,” he replied, walking toward me. He grabbed ahold of my robe and ran it carefully over my shoulders. Was he trying to turn me on again? Because he was doing a damn fine job of it.

Wanting to take charge, I ran my hand up his thigh until I reached the juncture of his legs and grabbed ahold of his balls.

He inhaled a sharp breath and looked down at me, telling me through his eyes that I was in so much trouble, but at the moment, I really didn’t care, because I was seeing how much I was turning him on, and that was all that mattered to me.

“What do you think you’re doing, Little One?” he asked in that dominant southern voice that rumbled through my body every time he spoke.

“Taking care of your little problem here.”

“You know damn well it’s not little. How many times do I have to remind you of that?”

Shrugging, I said, “Maybe one more?”

Without letting him respond back, I grabbed the top of his waistband and pulled down his briefs, allowing his cock to spring free. My mouth watered at the sight. I felt like it had been so long since I’d had the distinct pleasure of taking him in my mouth.

Licking my lips, I grabbed his cock with my hands, and guided it to my mouth. Jett took a deep breath and then relaxed in his stance, preparing for what I was about to do to him.

There were many things I enjoyed about the “new” Jett, and one of them was the fact that he relinquished control a little more, allowing me to do what I wanted, when I wanted…with some exceptions. There were times where, if I muttered a word he let me know about it, but right now, he was more relaxed, more open, and I was going to take advantage of it.

I wrapped my lips around his length and reveled in the feel of him. So hard…for me.

His fingers dug into my scalp and entwined with my hair, helping my motions by pulling and tugging ever so slightly. The feel of him still trying to direct me should have made me mad, but it only turned me on more.

One of my hands sat at the base of his penis, while the other started to massage his balls. A low moan escaped his throat as I continued to work his heated length.

In and out, it was almost like a dance I was conducting, pulling him and tugging while carefully running my tongue along the underside of his cock. It was so easy, so carefree to want to please this man, to want to make him burst in ecstasy.

“Fuck…” he drawled out, now starting to thrust his hips in my mouth.

He was at an impossible length, almost too much for me. I held back my need to gag at how far I’d started to take him, and instead, relished the feel of him riding my mouth.

His hand gripped tighter in my hair, needing me to give him an orgasm, so with a light tug on his balls and a sharp suck of my mouth, he threw his head back and reared into my mouth, all the while calling out my name.

I felt him come, use me as a mechanism of pleasure, until he was completely sated.

Slowly, he pulled out of my mouth, still breathing heavily with a look of absolute pleasure crossing his gorgeous face.

Satisfied, I sat back on his bed and smiled up at him, taking in the reaction I was able to garner from him.

Without a word, Jett leaned over and placed his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down on the mattress. He stared into my eyes, searching them for something I didn’t know. His eyes glistened in the dark room, making me fall in love with the man all over again.

“You make me so incredibly happy,” he said softly, before claiming my lips with his.

When he pulled away, I asked, “Because I give good head?”

“No, because when I look in your eyes, I see true adoration for me. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Goldie. I’ve never experienced what love was like, I never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved by anyone until you came along. You love me and being loved by you, and only you, is, by far, the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Your love is something I will never give up again, no matter what the circumstances are. I refuse to lose this feeling.

Tears threatened to spill over my eyes as I took in his words.

Never did I think the mysterious man who’d dropped off the black and purple card was going to end up being the one I held closest to my heart. I was looking for a way to survive, an olive branch, and what I found was a heart that matched mine, a soul to forever make me warm.

“I love you, Jett. I will never stop loving you.”

While looking down at me, he caressed my face with his thumbs and said, “Shall we call it a night? Or do I need to ravish you one more time?”

Laughing, I replied, “I think if you ravish me one more time, there will be nothing left to ravish.”

“Have I been taking it too hard on you?” he asked with concern.

“No,” I smiled and caressed his speckled jaw. “But I might be a little sore after what happened in the Bourbon Room.”

“Don’t mouth off and you won’t be sore,” he quipped.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“Maneater,” he teased.

“Tyrant,” I teased back.

With a growl, he scooped me up and brought me to the head of the bed, where he tried to put me under the covers, but I clung to him instead like a spider monkey, not letting him drop me down.

“It’s going to be hard to sleep like this,” he joked.

“Yeah, about that, I’m not sleeping here.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, slightly offended. “Are you saying you would rather sleep away from me?”

“No, drama queen,” I joked. “But I’m not sleeping in this jail cell of a room you have. I mean, honestly, Jett, no wonder you’re always in a bad mood…look at this place. There’s no color, no brightness; it’s just a cold room with some meaningless objects in it. I mean, fuck, you have a cow tongue in here. I’m kind of embarrassed for you.”

“Embarrassed?” he asked, more intrigued now.

“Yes, embarrassed. You hold yourself to such high standards, and then you go and have a room like this? Eck, gross. Thank God you never brought women here; they would have run for their damn lives.” Lowering my voice I looked around and added, “It looks like a fucking psychopath’s room.”

Jett threw his head back and laughed at my assessment.

“It does not look like a psychopath’s room.”

“The hell it doesn’t,” I stated boldly. “No personal items, everything has its proper place. Uh, yeah, you’re a fucking psychopath.”