“Jesus. I am so glad you live here now. How did your boss treat you?”
“Well, he thought he was some kind of pimp. There were barely dressed girls going in and out of his office at all hours. He kept harassing me. Real inappropriate stuff. I quit as soon as I started my classes for medical billing.”
“That’s awful Josephine. No one should have to put up with that kind of shit from their boss. You want me to kick his ass?”
“Uh, no Tommy, that won’t be necessary.” She says laughing.
“Besides, that area is known for prostitution. He may have actually been a pimp.” I say laughing.
“I didn’t know that. Why do you know that?” She says, a little growly. Her little fists are clenched, and she is trying to pull her feet out of my lap. I grip her ankles.
“Where are you going, Precious?”
“I definitely don’t have time for someone who frequents prostitutes.” She continues under her breath. “I should have listened to myself earlier. I should have listened to myself earlier.”
Her jealousy makes me harder. If I don’t get this under control, I am going to embarrass myself.
“Precious. Let’s get one thing straight. I only know about West Dallas from the news. I don’t think I’ve ever even been there.” I massage a pressure point on her heel. When she moans, she settles back down.
“Ok, I believe you. Sorry. I didn’t know I could act like that. I am not sure where that came from.”
“Aw Precious, you were jealous. It happens to the best of us.”
“I don’t know what to say to that. So, moving along, do you have any hobbies?”
“I play poker on Tuesday nights, and I love restoring cars. I restored mine and one for Matt.”
“Ohmygod! The Mustang is your work?”
“Yep, it only took about seven months. It was in pretty good condition when he got it.”
“That is so awesome. I’ve always wanted to do that. I really want to restore a 65 GTO. I would paint it purple and make it really amazing on the inside.”
“So, purple is your favorite color?”
“It is. All shades of it. You should see my bed.” She says smiling.
“I’d love to see your bed,” I say with a grin.
“I just meant it looks like purple exploded all over the place.”
The way she talks again reminds me of our age difference. It should bother me, but it doesn’t. I want this girl more than anything I have ever wanted.
“I see,” I say. I have to force myself to keep my hands at her feet. I really want to run my fingers up her smooth leg and find the purple panties she flashed me when she plopped on the couch.
Our lapse in conversation is not awkward as it tends to be when you haven’t known someone very long. She snuggles into the couch, and I press play again.
“This is my favorite episode.” She says, sleepily.
She is asleep and lightly snoring before the credits roll. I gently pick her up and carry her to my bed.
Going back out into the living room, I clean up the food mess, lock up, and turn off all the lights.
Slipping into bed beside her, I pull her sleeping form close to my bare chest. Breathing in deep, the scent of her shampoo fills my nose. She brings out a fierce, protective urge I didn’t know I had. I mean I protected Kristy when she was young, but that was different.
This is primal. Animalistic even. As I struggle to control my baser urges, I tuck her into my side and drift to sleep without the background noise of the tv for the first time in years.
Chapter Six