Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

  Breaking the silence, Kace said, “Seriously, what number is Jeremy looking up?”

  Sighing because I knew Kace wasn’t going to drop the topic, I said, “Keylee Zinc’s. I need an escort for some events I must attend in order to get in with the Lot 17 project.”

  “Keylee? The tiny tart with tits?”

  A small smile spread across my face as Kace brought up Keylee’s old nickname from school. She was small like Lo but had olive skin and raven black hair that was almost to her waist. Her eyes were a deep gray color and she had a rack that had the guys in high school dragging their tongues around on the ground. She still did have a great rack but now that she was all grown up, she has tightened her body up, graced her neck with a set of pearls and showed a classy display of cleavage. She had just enough class that would work for getting along with the wives of the men I had to impress and just enough sexiness that the husbands would appreciate the arm candy I brought along.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Why aren’t you bringing one of the girls, like Lo?”

  My attention snapped up to Kace as I tried to read his face. He was serious, he wasn’t even trying to dick me around.

  “You know I can’t bring one of the girls, everyone would know that they are a Jett Girl. I will not put them in that position.”

  “Everyone is going to assume Keylee is one,” Kace suggested. I shrugged my shoulders not caring. Keylee’s welfare was none of my concern. Yes she was attractive and we grew up together but if it came down to her or one of my girls, I would rather sacrifice her reputation over my girls’.

  “Jett, you’re going to fuck it up.”

  “Fuck what up?” I asked, trying to tamp down the anger that was starting to boil. I didn’t take well to people questioning me, ever.

  “Everything with Lo. If she finds out that you are out with some other woman, she is going to freak out.”

  The thought crossed my mind but she wouldn’t find out, at least I hoped she wouldn’t. It wasn’t like Goldie gallivanted around with the same people I did. Her friends were locals on Bourbon Street and mine were in St. Charles, they were vastly different.

  “She won’t and it doesn’t matter. We’re not exclusive.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it,” Kace called me out. “Lo would be perfect, she would give you the extra help that you would need.”

  “She has no class,” I practically shouted, hating myself for admitting the thought that was hounding me in the back of my mind.

  Kace sat back in his chair and eyed me with distaste. Taking the last sip of his Bourbon, he set the glass down on my desk and said, “The only one who has no class is you. That girl has done everything you’ve asked. Why not give her a shot rather than instantly putting her down? She might surprise you.”

  “Not going to happen,” I muttered as Kace walked away, opening my door where Goldie stood with her head hung low and a defeated stance.

  Shit.

  Chapter Five

  “Chasing Pavements”

  Lo

  I knew I didn’t belong on the third floor uninvited but I was worried about Kace. I wanted to make sure Jett knew something was wrong with Kace just in case someone needed to take care of him. The way I left him, on the floor, crying, was gutting me and I couldn’t let it go.

  I debated with myself for a while in my room, trying to decide if I should tell Jett or not and my guilty conscience won out so I found myself climbing up the very familiar steps of the third floor. When I reached the door, I heard my name being mentioned so of course, I had to listen in. I was a bit of a rebel and curious at heart so there was no way in hell I was going to pry my ear off the door when my name was being thrown around.

  The moment Jett shouted that I had no class, my stomach flipped. It was the one clear thing I heard because he said it loud enough. Everything else was muffled. I heard something about some kind of event Jett had to attend and when he said I had no class, I understood precisely what was going on. Jett was ashamed of me and didn’t want me attending any kind of social with him.

  Not that I wanted to go to any snooty bullshit party where all you did was drink champagne and ignore the fact that you hated everyone in the room while making pleasantries. No fucking thank you. But the thought of Jett going with someone else was like a dagger to my stomach, I didn’t like it.

  I didn’t want to get caught upstairs, now that it seemed like Kace was apparently all right so I was about to turn around when the door to Jett’s office flew open and Kace stood in the doorway. I looked up at him and instead of anger lacing his eyes from seeing me once again break the rules, concern flashed through them. He looked me up and down and tried to read if I heard anything. I just slightly nodded and started to turn around, clearly it was time for me to go back to my room.

  “Lo, come in here,” I heard Jett call from his office, making me stop in place.

  From behind me, I could feel Kace’s presence as he mumbled, “You don’t have to go in there.”

  I looked at his battered face and gave him a half smile, even though I should’ve probably left while flipping Jett off behind my back, showing him that he was right, I had no class, I turned and stared at the man who had captured my heart and twisted it in so many ways that it was almost hard to breathe.

  The light from the window behind him cast his body in a shadow as he stood in front of his desk with his hands bracing his upper body on the edge. His hair was slightly disheveled and he was wearing slacks and a button up shirt with the first three buttons undone which only added to his sex appeal. I knew what was under that shirt, what was waiting for my hands to touch, what my body itched for but I blocked those thoughts out of my mind as I walked toward him.

  I could feel Kace’s judgmental glare as I ignored him and started to close the door. I looked back at Kace just before I shut the door and caught his glare as he shook his head. He was not pleased with me one bit, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

  The door closed quickly as Jett’s body pressed up against mine. His hand was against the door as he hovered over me. His radiant scent filled my senses as I gathered enough courage to turn around and face him. It wasn’t easy, to be face to face with such a strong and overpowering man, especially when I was feeling weak and punctured.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Why was he being so rude? He was the one who insulted me. I knew I was technically trespassing but he was the one being mean, he was the one in the wrong.

  Gathering my strength, I turned around and put my hands on my hips, causing my business shirt to ride up. I was wearing a pair of black lingerie underneath that you could see through the open buttons up top. After our one and only date, Jett said he wanted to see me in yellow but he must have been bullshitting me because there was never shipment that came in. Made me wonder, did he mean anything that day? I tried not to think about it because it would eat me alive.

  There were moments in my “relationship” with Jett that I knew he cared for me, that he wanted me, needed me but there were a lot of times where I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t tell if I was just another girl to him. I was constantly questioning myself when I was around him and trying to figure out if I was good enough. There were nights that I wondered why I cared so much, why I let a man play with my head but I realized he wasn’t playing with me, he was just closed off, he was hurt and he wasn’t ready for anything serious. The only thing that kept me coming back for more, that kept me from running away were the light caresses he gave me, the way he called me little one and the way his face lit up when I walked into a room. Those were all signs of a man who cared and that was all I wanted, someone who cared deep for me and I knew Jett did. He captured me and for the life of me, I couldn’t walk away.

  Looking up at him, I said, “Don’t talk to me like that.”

  “Like what?” he asked as he moved in closer, making my lady bits start to get excited.

  “Like a demanding ass.”

  N
ot showing any tells, like normal, he replied, “Are you supposed to be up here, little one?”

  “No, but—”

  “But nothing. You are out of line.”

  “I’m out of line?” I pointed at myself as I tried not to be intimidated by his proximity. “You’re the one who is insulting me behind my back.”

  The corner of his eye crinkled, as if he winced but it was quickly gone before I could confirm a reaction from him. The damn man was so stoic.

  “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

  “Clearly.” I tried to step away but he blocked me.

  “And I didn’t mean to say that.”

  “Bullshit, Jett. I know what you think of me.”

  “Do you? Please enlighten me about my feelings toward you.”

  Huffing, I pushed past him and went to his desk where I grabbed a stupid paper weight that was shaped like a little marble globe and tossed it around in my hands. I was fidgety and starting to get wild so I needed something to calm me down.

  “You think I’m just some street trash that you found and can fuck for a while and once you’re done you can just throw me away, with the rest of the Bourbon street residue.”

  Okay, I knew that wasn’t necessarily true because he cared for me, he took care of me and he told me I was beautiful but I refused to acknowledge any of that right now, I was mad.

  “You disappoint me, little one.” My heart fell from his words. “I never want you to think of me like that because that is not even close to how I feel.”

  “Yeah, well, with the way you just stated your feelings about me, how am I supposed to think?”

  Jett ran his hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. Ha! I got him. Finally, an emotion!

  “I’m sorry.” He shook his head as he looked down at the ground. He loosened his shoulders and then looked back up at me. “I just…fuck, I’m an ass.”

  I nodded, he was an ass. Good self-assessment.

  “We’re different, Jett, in many ways and I’m trying on my end. Can you try on yours?”

  He continued to stare at me but said nothing.

  “Why can’t I go to your parties with you?”

  Silencing me, he held his hand up and said, “That is non-negotiable. You’re not going.”

  “Because you’re embarrassed of me,” I stated as my pride started to deflate.

  “No.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to his chest. “Not because I’m embarrassed of you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just don’t want you to be exposed to those people. You’re a Jett Girl, you need to keep your anonymity. I don’t want them knowing who you are.”

  “They won’t,” I said while pushing the subject. “No one knows who I am on stage so if they saw me in person, they would never be able to tell. I just don’t see why you won’t give me a chance. I can be classy.” I grabbed an empty glass off Jett’s desk and held it in front of me and stuck out my pinky finger. In a fake British accent, I said, “Oh why isn’t it a charming night in old New Orleans. Did you catch the hobos eating a rat a few blocks down?”

  A smile crept over Jett’s face as he tried to hold back his laughter. “Not happening,” he said more playfully as he pulled me to his chest.

  “Just give me a chance. I will go to refine school. I’m sure Kace can teach me a thing or two.”

  “I don’t want Kace teaching you anything,” he said with a sharper tone than warranted.

  I played with Jett’s buttons as I said, “You jealous?”

  “When it comes to you, I’m always jealous. You should know that by now. Seeing you interact with anyone but me drives me crazy. I don’t think I could stand to take you to any parties with me, there would be way too many people staring at you. I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

  Slipping my hand in his shirt so my hand caressed his bare chest, I said, “Jett, give me a chance. I can be the person you need.”

  The look on Jett’s face was almost comical as he struggled with wanting to say no but also wanting to please me. The man put up a front but like he always said, I held the cards and right now, I could see how much I held them. My other hand wandered down to his waistline and played with his belt. A growl escaped from the back of his throat as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me toward the Bourbon Room.

  “You will talk to Miss Mary starting tomorrow.”

  “Who’s Miss Mary?” I asked as Jett set me down next to the Bourbon Room Balance Beam. My insides twisted in excitement.

  “Your new finishing school teacher,” he said as he played with my clothes, eyeing me with desire.

  “You’re giving me a chance?” I asked in anticipation of hearing the answer.

  He nodded his head and licked his lips as he looked me up and down. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he said, “Now, enough talking, do you have something to say to me?”

  Boy fucking did I!

  Chapter Six

  “I Got U”

  Jett

  Sweat glistened off her body as she hung in front of me. My fingers were lodged in her, feeling her damp excitement as my mouth worked its way across her perfect breasts. Her head writhed against the beam as I continued to pleasantly torture her with my tongue against her skin and my skilled fingers in her delectable pussy.

  After Goldie walked in and heard me disrespect her in the worst way, guilt washed over me and I saw instantly how I wronged her and everything I believed in. I was here to help these girls, to give them new opportunities that they wouldn’t normally have and I was here to protect them. I got so caught up in protecting Goldie because I’m a selfish bastard that I insulted her not only in front of her but in front of Kace as well.

  Goldie was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was fun, sassy and had a mouth to go along with it but she was sweet and caring as well. There were times that I could see the difference in our upbringings but that never bothered me, I just knew that she most likely wouldn’t mesh well with the people I’m obligated to mingle with, not that I cared much about that. I couldn’t really give two fucks what those high society snobs thought about me but I didn’t want them attacking Goldie and I knew that was exactly what would happen if I brought her around them. They would sense her weakness and tear her apart. Plus, I didn’t want her being exposed. My Jett Girls’ personas needed to be protected no matter what, no exceptions. If I brought Goldie out to be by my side at these dreadful events, then I would be nervous if people assumed she was a Jett Girl, especially the men. She was a beacon in the club, a favorite and I didn’t blame the men, she was absolute perfection.

  I wanted to protect her but I wanted to make her happy as well. As she threw her head back with her mouth slightly ajar, I knew that all I wanted to do was please her. So when I said she would be meeting with Miss Mary, she would be. If I was going to take her out with me, the least I could do was prepare her for what she would be getting herself into. I could prepare her and give her the confidence she would need in order to walk around the ballrooms of the pretentious events I have to attend so that if someone does approach her, she will know the exact way to respond without showing one ounce of weakness.

  “Oh, God…” She moaned as she continued to writhe against my fingers. “Yes, Jett, yes.”

  The way my name fell so easily off her tongue in the moment of ecstasy was all the pleasure I needed as my cock jolted against my pants’ zipper.

  “How close are you?” I asked as I worked my mouth up to her earlobe. I knew how close she was but I loved hearing her tell me.

  “So…close.” She panted. She was strapped against the balance beam and vertical. Her legs and arms were tied back so she was completely in my hands. She was giving me such a precious gift that I would never take advantage of.

  Knowing what she needed to go over the edge, I removed my fingers from her, eliciting a protesting moan and worked my mouth down her body. I felt her pulse start to kick up as she realized where I was about to go. Her stomach
heaved as she prepared for my mouth, waiting for the moment when my tongue reached out and ran along her slick pussy.

  My hands gripped the top of her thighs as my head hovered above her mound, itching to give her what she fully wanted. I took one last glimpse at her, our eyes met, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my core. She wanted me, it was evident and damn it all to hell if I didn’t want her too.

  I took a deep breath, taking in her essence and plunged forward. The moment my tongue met her pussy, her back arched off the beam and she cried out in pleasure. Pride surged through me as she came on my mouth, my name rolling off her tongue. Without even thinking, I tore my pants down, flipped the beam so it was horizontal and plunged myself into Goldie. I couldn’t take the pressure that was building up in me anymore, I needed my release, I needed to release myself inside her.

  I was normally an emotionless man who never showed a tell. Emotions and feelings were signs of weakness in a man was what I was taught so I kept a straight face but when it came to Goldie, I was lost the minute her blue eyes met mine. It was impossible not to slowly lose myself in her body, in the way she looked at me, touched me, moaned for me. She tested my limits on a daily basis and I would be a lying son of a bitch if I said I didn’t like it.

  Thrusting into her, my balls screamed as my whole body tensed up for my impending release. My hand reached down and pinched her nipple which erupted an orgasm in her body that clenched my hard length, sending me over with her. We both thrust our hips, inching out every last pleasure until we were spent.

  I hovered over her, my arms straddling her little body as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, her eyes opened and looked up at with me with fondness. It was like a blade to my heart, I didn’t want anyone looking at me like that because it meant attachment but I would be damned if I could look away. There was something about this woman, this sassy woman that had me by the balls. She was a man-eater, that was for damn sure.