Her Client- The Complete Series

by Sally E Xander

  At that point I was feeling a little water logged and Ethan was getting hungry, so we climbed out of the pool just as Mark stepped outside. “Oh man, did I miss all the fun?” Mark asked Ethan as he lifted him up.

  “Eden is tired, and Angel said I needed to eat.” Ethan replied with a little whine to his voice.

  “You do.” Marked looked over at my mother and me. “I’m done for the evening, but you’re welcome to stay for dinner. I was just about to put some steaks on the grill.”

  “That would be lovely,” my mother replied as she watched Mark lift the edge of my towel and wipe a spot on my back that I missed while drying off.

  The grin on her face had my stomach rolling. As hungry as I was, I didn’t want to risk my mother embarrassing me by hinting that Mark and I should be together.

  Just as I was about to decline, Jeffrey stepped out of the house. I didn’t expect to see him, so I hadn’t told my mother that Mark had a boyfriend and not a girlfriend.

  Not a second later, I didn’t have to tell her because she witnessed the reality of the situation herself as Mark and Jeffrey kissed.

  When they separated from their embrace, Jeffrey raised his hand and waved at me than his smile widened when he looked over at my mother. “I’m sorry. I don’t think we’ve met.”

  He walked over to us, without the slightest reservation. If he only knew my mother was probably horrified and upset that I had kept this from her.

  Luckily for me, she perfected her church smile. She held her hand out as I introduced them. When he left us to help Mark in the kitchen, my mother turned to me with a horrified expression.

  “So, Jeffrey is….”

  “Mark’s boyfriend.”

  My mother’s smile dropped.

  This right here was why I couldn’t tell my mother about my feelings for Jane.

  “He’s a great guy.”

  She gave me a forced smile, but I could see the wheels turning. I hated that she would think negatively about them. They didn’t deserve it.

  To my relief, my mother made it through the evening without embarrassing herself or me, but she was a bit more stand offish than earlier and Mark noticed.

  At one point in the evening, he took me aside and asked if she was okay. I hated to explain to him about her opinions and beliefs, but he wasn’t stupid.

  Mark gave me a kind smile, “It’s too bad. She seems really nice.”

  “She is when you believe the same thing as her, but she doesn’t hide her disappointment very well.”

  “No. No she doesn’t,” he said with a sigh.

  On the drive home, I kept wondering what she would have done if I told her I had feelings for a woman.

  Would she be cold to me?

  Would she still speak to me?

  Would she even still love me?

  5

  A tapping sound startled me awake from a restless sleep. It took me a few seconds to realize someone was knocking on the door. Glancing at the clock, I groaned. “What horrible person would knock on my door at 5AM?”

  Throwing off my blanket, I swore under my breath. It was bad enough that I wasn’t sleeping well on the lumpy couch that probably had sex germs all over it but then some jerk had to wake me up early. I swear, someone was going to die especially if it was one of Becky’s boyfriends.

  I took a deep breath to try to tame my rage then I swung the door open. My breath caught in my throat. “You’re not here for Becky.” I mumbled to myself.

  Jane shook her head. “No. I’m not here for Becky.” The slight tremor in her voice caught me by surprise. Then I notice she was standing before me with her hair pulled up into a messy bun, no makeup and wearing sweats.

  I had never seen her so…less than perfect. Even during our weekend together, she still managed to look put together but now…

  As I stared at her noticing the dark circles under her eyes, she began to fidget then bite her lower lip. A million questions came to mind along with the memory of nibbling that lip.

  “How…why….” I shook my head to try to organize my thoughts, but I could barely focus.

  Jane was here.

  At my apartment.

  Finally, I managed to ask, “How did you know where I lived?”

  “Don’t be mad, but I begged Lisa.” Jane held her hand up to keep me from responding. “And just so you know, your friends love you very much and are very protective. Especially Jayla.” I couldn’t help but smile. I could only imagine what Jane had to do to get Jayla to give up my address.

  Now I was curious. “So, how did you do it?”

  Jane’s worried expression seemed to grow as she clenched her fists at her side. “I explained what happened. I told them how I had called off my engagement before our weekend together but Robert wouldn’t accept it.”

  Jane shifted on her feet as she took in a deep breath. “His family and my family planned for us to get married years ago and we went along with it even though we didn’t love each other. I went along with it thinking it didn’t matter because I would never be able to come out to my family, so I would never be with someone I actually loved anyway, but then…”

  Jane looked into my eyes and my breath caught as I waited for her to finish. “But then I met you.” The air in my lungs whooshed out.

  For a split second I wanted to jump into her arms and kiss that chewed up lip but I managed to control myself. Barely.

  “I had already told my family that I wasn’t going to go through with the wedding before last weekend but they didn’t listen. Obviously neither did Robert. So, I went to my father again after you left and told him that I would never marry Robert.”

  Jane’s voice grew stronger as her anger rose just speaking about her conversation. “He threatened to disown me if I didn’t take Robert back and go along with the plan.” Jane’s eyes dropped to the ground as a strangled laugh came from her lips.

  “I don’t know what’s going to happen but I’m not marrying Robert.”

  I swore my heart tried to jump out of my chest. “What about your family?”

  She laughed but there was no humor in her voice. “My dad is furious because I don’t want to marry a douche but I’m going to try to talk to him again.” Jane cleared her throat as she made eye contact. “No matter what, you don’t have to worry about me and Robert.” Jane fidgeted with her hands as she waited for me to respond.

  “You did that for me?” I asked, making sure I was understanding her.

  “You. Me. A life I want.”

  There were no words.

  I reached for her. Sliding my hand around her neck, I crashed my lips against hers.

  Her hands fisted my sleep shirt pulling me closer as our mouths opened to each other. It felt like it had been years instead of days since I last tasted her on my tongue or felt her body pressed against mine. No matter how close we were, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I wanted to run my hands over her body and touch all of her perfection. I needed to kiss all those places she kept hidden from everyone else.

  I needed her.

  Sliding my hand beneath her baggy t-shirt, I pulled her closer while feeling her silky skin beneath my fingers.

  My Jane.

  A moan sounded, though I couldn’t tell you if it was me or Jane.

  I didn’t feel worthy of her but also overwhelmed with happiness that she chose me.

  I couldn’t get close enough to her.

  Jane thumbed my tight nipple over my tank top. I needed her mouth on me. Just thinking about her licking and sucking on my tits made my pussy ache.

  I didn’t have to wait long, I felt her hand move down until they slid between my skin and sleep shorts. Her finger sliding between my slit weakened my knees.

  Our ragged breath was the only sound I could hear until a door slammed nearby.

  The sound startled us into awareness. If we didn’t stop, my neighbors would be getting quite the show.

  “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered between breat
hes. We reluctantly stepped back from each other. Noticing Jane’s lips, plump and red from our kissing, put a smug smile on my face but my smugness was offset with the ache between my legs.

  Just as I was about to drag her inside my apartment, I remembered my mother was sleeping in my bedroom. Or, at least I thought she was, until I heard her voice behind me. “Good morning, Angel.”

  My mother peaked over my shoulder at Jane.

  My woman.

  My mother waved with a wide smile. “Hi, I’m Angels mother, Eden.”

  Jane blinked then blinked again with her mouth hanging open but quickly pulled herself together. Before she could say anything, I said, “This is Melissa.”

  “Melissa Jane, but you can call me Jane,” she clarified. Hearing her go by my name for her had me grinning ear to ear. She would always be Jane to me.

  “It’s nice to meet a friend of Angels. Why don’t you come in. I was just about to make some coffee and breakfast. Why don’t you join us?”

  Jane looked to me before answering. I nodded my head and her lips pulled into a bright smile. “Thank you. That would be great. I’m suddenly ravenous.” Jane bit her lip as I let out a loud giggle. I was ravenous too but not for food.

  Jane and I took seats at the kitchen counter while my mother proceeded to make us a giant breakfast.

  “So, are you a student?” I groaned under my breath as I realized Jane’s agreement to stay also meant my mother could ask her a million questions.

  Jane must have heard me and reached for my hand under the counter and gave it a quick squeeze before answering.

  With a beautiful smile she happily answered my mother’s questions. “No. I graduated a few years ago.”

  “I thought you seemed a little older. So then how did you two meet?”

  Jane glanced at me with a helpless expression. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Telling my mother that Jane paid me to have sex with her would have probably caused a heart attack, so I told her as much truth as I could. “Another friend of mine works with Jane at her family’s company.”

  I could tell Jane was struggling to keep a smile on her face. Not only did we have to hide how we met, but then I had to remind her about her family and the job she no longer had.

  I took her hand in mine and held it as I went on. “We met and connected right away. We’ve hung out weekly since then.” A slight blush tinged her cheeks and I suspected she was thinking of our weekly nights at the hotel.

  “Oh, I’m so glad Angel has a good friend.”

  Jane looked into my eyes as she said, “I’m a lucky woman to have Angel in my life.”

  “Aww.” My mother rested her hand over her heart. “Having good friends is everything.”

  “I agree.” Jane let go of my hand to take the offered plate from my mother. Without missing a beat, I placed my hand on her thigh to keep the connection. Being this close to her and not touching was too much torture.

  “Angel hates it when I ask her this, but are you dating anyone?”

  I squeezed Jane’s thigh and with a happy sigh she said, “Yes.”

  “Do you think you could introduce Angel to a nice guy?”

  “Mom,” I warned. “I don’t need to meet a guy.” Not when I had Jane. Not when I had the woman I wanted sitting right next to me.

  “I don’t know any guys who would be worthy of your daughter.” Jane stared down at her plate as she mumbled, “or woman.”

  More than anything, I wished we could have been alone to talk. We met in an unconventional way and everything about us had been off but…I knew in my heart we both deserved to be with someone who cared about us.

  Jane checked her phone then patted her stomach. “I hate to eat and run but I have to be somewhere.” She smiled at my mother and gushed, “That was delicious. Thank you.”

  Walking to the door, I bumped her hand with mine. We stepped out the front door and I closed it just enough to have a little privacy from my mother. “Will I see you later?” she asked with a look of hope in her shining eyes.

  I looked behind me to check to see where my mother was then whispered. “I’ll try to come by tonight if that’s okay.”

  Her face lit up. “Please. I know we have a lot to talk about but, I just want to spend some time with you.”

  I did too.

  After closing the door my mother cheerfully said, “Jane is a nice girl.”

  I bit my lip to keep from grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, she is.”

  My mother opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Becky walking into the apartment with her hair in a tangled mess and her makeup smeared. “Morning. I’m going to bed,” she stated with a freshly fucked smirk.

  Once Becky’s bedroom door closed behind her, I turned to see my mother’s horrified expression. I could imagine her giving me the same look if she knew about my real relationship with Jane.

  The warm feeling I had with Jane here just a few minutes ago was now tainted knowing that my relationship with my mother would change forever when I told her about my true feelings for Jane. Because if I want things to work out with Jane, I had to tell my family.

  6

  My day dragged as I anticipated seeing Jane again. Since my mom was still here and I didn’t want to leave her alone OR take her with me to Jane’s, I waited until she headed for bed.

  Once I noticed the bedroom light go off, I slid on my flips, grabbed my keys and headed over to Jane’s. And because the universe was trying to torture me, I hit every red light from my apartment to her place.

  The only thing that kept me sane was imagining having her in my arms and my lips tasting hers.

  We had important things we need to talk about, but I was hopeful that we would figure things out and find a way to be together.

  Jane opened the door holding a wine glass, wearing yoga pants, a tank top with her hair in a ponytail. The lazy smile on her face made wonder how much she had to drink.

  Without saying a word, she planted a wet kiss on my lips then giggled. “So, this isn’t your first glass of wine?” I teased as she took my hand and pulled me into her condo.

  Jane gave me an exaggerated pouty lip. “No. I had a rough day. I just wanted to take the edge off before you came over. One glass turned into…” she lifted her head as she used her fingers to count. After a second, she shrugged. “more.”

  I followed her into the living room where we sat on the couch facing each other but not once did we let go of each other. “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “No.” She sighed. “Yes.” Shrugging, she then shook her head. “It will be. My day is monumentally better now that you’re here. I know it hasn’t even been a week, but I’ve missed you.”

  As curious as I was about finding out what happened with her today, I needed to at least kiss her.

  So, I did.

  We leaned into each other at the same time. Our mouth meeting in a soft kiss. At least it started out that way.

  I wanted to enjoy the moment. Take my time tasting her, and feeling her next to me, but she seemed to have other ideas.

  Jane grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, her mouth turning hard and the noises she made less moaning and more a growl of frustration.

  As I pulled away from her, I noticed the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry, Angel.” She faced away from me as she wiped at her eyes.

  “Hey,” I called out as I moved to kneel in front of her. Taking her hands in mine, I forced her to look at me. “What happened today?”

  More tears pooled in her eyes as she shook her head. “I went to talk to my Dad today. I finally told him the real reason why I won’t marry Robert.” She stared into my eyes. “You.”

  This woman was killing me.

  “But that made it worse. He won’t change his mind. I either have to give you and what I want for my life up or I lose my family, my job,” she waved her hand around, “my condo and maybe even my reputation.”

  I sucked in a breath s
hocked by the length her father would go.

  Jane released a sob that had my heart breaking for her. I held her in my arms as her body shook. “I don’t have a job, I have to move out of my place within a week.”

  What do you say to someone who gave up everything for you? I’m sorry didn’t seem enough and thank you didn’t feel appropriate.

  “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

  Jane moved out of my arms and picked up her wine glass taking a huge sip. “I went to school so I could help run this company. I did everything my parents asked of me but because I won’t marry a creeper and because I’m attracted to a women, I can no longer be part of the family.”

  “It isn’t right,” I said lamely unsure of how to respond. I had a feeling my parents wouldn’t be happy, but I could never imagine them treating me the way her parents treated her.

  “Why is it such a big deal?” Jane slurred. “I mean, who cares if I like women? Does it make me a bad employee? NO! Does it make me a bad daughter? NO!” With every word, Jane’s voice grew until she shouted, “Does it make me a bad person? NO!” Jane raised her hands, spilling wine on her tank top. When she noticed the wet spot, she cried even harder.

  Jane set her glass on the coffee table, pulled off her tank top and threw it across the room. She now sat in front of me with her beautiful breasts in view while mascara ran down her cheeks. Even when she was an emotional wreck, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

  I went to her and pulled her into my arms, holding her as she cried out. She was breaking my heart with her tears and grief, but she did it for me…us. She deserved so much more than me but I’m so glad she picked me.

  Eventually we ended up lying on the couch facing each other. I lazily ran my fingers up and down her bare back as her breathing evened out. Finally, she released a sigh. “I’m sorry for breaking down on you.”

  “Isn’t that what girlfriends are for?” I asked. Holding my breath, I waited for a reply. Maybe it was a little forward for me to assume she was my girlfriend, but that was how I felt.