To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,44
morning we meet for a coffee and breakfast and chat and then go and do these interviews?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“How’s stuff otherwise? Did you leave your first note for Jagger yet?”
“Oh, my God, you will not believe what I found out.”
“What?”
“Remember I told you about how Doug and my sister walked in on the night I tried to seduce Jagger?”
“Yeah, such a Jerry Springer moment.”
“Well, Jagger is the one that told them to come.”
“What?”
“Yup. He knew it was me all along that was trying to seduce him.”
“So he invited his brother and your sister to watch him smash?” Jane sounded shocked. “Damn, that’s cold. What is he? Some sort of pimp?”
“No, it wasn’t like that.” I cleared my throat. “I guess he wanted Doug to see that we wanted to be together or something, and that was his immature way of getting the point across.”
“Immature or twisted? I mean, come on, what dude wants to see his brother's dick in his girlfriend? If he liked you, he should have had a chat with you and y’all break up with your respective partners.”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “That would have been much better.”
“Seems to me that he wanted to get it in and wanted everyone to know he was the man.”
“I don’t think so.” I found myself defending Jagger. “It’s more complicated than that, and remember, I was the one that wanted to lose my virginity to him. I’m the one that set it all up.”
“Did you want your boyfriend to see you bouncing on his brother’s dick, though?”
“That sounds awful, Jane.”
“It sounds awful because it is awful. One time my brother walked in on a guy feeling up my boobs, over my top, and I still felt like a slut.” She laughed. “Let’s be real. Unless you’re a porno star, you don’t want someone watching you having sex or being intimate in any way.”
“I guess.”
“Would you want an audience watching you blow Jagger?”
“No!” I laughed as I blushed. “Never.”
“Exactly, these are things we do in the privacy of our own home.” She paused. “Well, maybe not always in the privacy of our own homes.” She paused. “Although public sex can be fun as well.”
“Oh, Jane.” I giggled. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Really?” She sounded shocked. “You’ve never done in the deed in public?”
“No. Have you?”
“Does the park bench count as being in public?” She giggled. “Oh, and in the ocean and Santa Monica beach … in the daytime.”
“No way.”
“Totally. It was hot and fun.” She sounded nostalgic. “I miss having sex.”
“You miss having sex or you miss having a boyfriend?”
“Both would be great, por favor.”
“Yeah, for you and me both.” I sighed. “Oh, that reminds me. I got a message on my dating app today, I should check it.”
“Ooh, you about to hop on the train again?” She paused. “So does that mean Jagger is out, then?”
“I don’t know,” I groaned. “Yes, we have sexual chemistry, but I don’t really know if we have anything else. And I don’t know if I forgive him for what he did in the past.”
“That was ten years ago though, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe he’s matured.”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“For what it’s worth, I think he’s a nice guy.”
“Nice or hot?”
“Fine, he’s hot, but he also seems nice. Maybe him moving next to you was fate’s way of saying y’all deserve a second chance.”
“It was quite a surprise that he moved next to me. That’s a huge coincidence.”
“Destiny,” Jane said firmly. “You guys needed to see each other again and work this out.”
“I don’t know.”
“So how did you end things with him?” she asked.
“He said to call or text him when I was ready to chat or go to dinner or something.”
“Are you going to call him?”
“Not anytime soon.”
“Aww, I guess you need time to think.”
“Yup.” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “I need to figure out what I want.” And then I sighed. “But I can’t lie. I want to touch him so badly it hurts.”
“By ‘touch,’ you mean fuck, right?”
“Yes,” I admitted with a smile. “This is what happens when you’ve been deprived for too long.”
“So why are you denying yourself? He’s right next door. Have some fun with him and then tell him to piss off.”
“I can’t do that,” I insisted. The idea was tempting, but that was probably just me latching onto any excuse to sleep with Jagger without feeling guilty or conflicted.
“You sure can. You’re a strong independent woman. You can do anything you want.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” I laughed. “I’m feeling nervous about interviewing