I hold the heavy envelope, wishing I could give it back to her but knowing Malcolm would lose his shit if I paid it. He’s right. I shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. “So, I guess this is goodbye, huh?” I ask.
“Yep. Goodbye, Dev.”
“Goodbye, Jet,” I reply with a sad smile as I open the door and step out. “How about one last kiss?”
“Why?” she asks.
“Because why not? Unless you’re afraid that if you kiss me again you won’t be able to resist getting naked with me?”
Jetta leans forward and holds on to the front of my cut for balance when she goes up on her toes to place a quick kiss on my lips. When she tries to pull away, I grab the back of her neck with my free hand to keep her mouth on mine, spearing my tongue past her lips. She kisses me back like I hoped, but not for long before she pushes me away.
“That’s enough! Go. I have to get to work,” she says.
“That’s too bad,” I say when I refuse to budge an inch and look down at her face that’s still close to mine. “Because if you didn’t have to go to work, I could spend hours reminding you how good we are together.”
“Guess I’ll just have to live with the memories,” she replies before she pushes me backward and I finally cave and take a few steps toward the stairs.
“Is that your bike down there?” Jetta asks when she sees my Honda Fury sparkling in the parking lot.
“It sure is,” I respond. “Why? You a fan of motorcycles? I’ve got a Harley too…”
“Ah, well, yeah, I guess I am a fan of bikes,” she says, licking her lips like she’s tasting me on them. “Could you maybe give me a ride to work?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I agree in a rush before she changes her mind. “I didn’t see your car in the lot. Is it at the shop or something?”
“Yeah, ah, it’s in the shop,” she says quickly. “Let me just grab my purse, and I’ll be ready to go.”
“Cool,” I say, and then I wait on the balcony for her to return with her things. While she locks the door, I tell her, “I could pick you up after work too if your car’s not ready.”
“Thanks. That would be great actually,” Jetta says when she turns back around to face me and hikes her canvas tote higher on her shoulder. “I get off at six.”
“Then it’s a date,” I reply before we start down the steps side by side.
“Not a date. Just a ride,” Jetta corrects.
“Semantics,” I mutter with a wave of the envelope. Having Sean’s debt paid and her asking me for a favor is definitely progress.
It’s only a matter of time before she invites me inside where we go at it like horn-dogs again.
Chapter Fifteen
Jetta
Devlin is surprisingly reliable.
For the next few days, he takes me to work in the morning and picks me up in the afternoon, always on time, never late.
Throughout the day, he texts me several times to confirm my schedule even though it never changes. And of course, he also shows up early each morning and hints at coming into the apartment, but I always decline because being alone with him is a terrible idea.
I’m not strong enough to keep refusing his advances, especially after he kisses me. So I’ve made sure to not give him any more opportunities. This morning, I was waiting in the parking lot when he pulled up, and then in the afternoons I have the perfect excuse that Sean’s home so Devlin can’t come up with me or it would cause World War III.
“So, thanks for giving me a ride again today,” I tell Devlin after I climb off his bike back at the apartment.
He kills the engine and removes his helmet, like usual, probably to ask if I want company since Sean’s truck is not in the lot. Instead, tonight he says, “Not that I mind being your chauffeur or anything, but how much longer do you think your car is going to be in the shop?”
“Ah, no idea. Probably not much longer,” I lie.
The truth is, I left my car in the shop of a used car dealer last week…when I sold it to them to pay off Sean’s debt to the Dirty Aces.
“Do they have any idea what’s wrong with it?” Dev asks as he casually straddles his bike with the wind blowing his black locks around, making him look