“Thank you; you're the best.”
“No problem.”
“Okay, well I'm going to call him and make sure he’s going to be here on time.”
“Sure, you go ahead.” She had a small smile on her face. She was really enjoying herself. I guess I couldn't blame her; she really did find my situation amusing.
I picked up my phone and dialed Jet. He picked up right away.
“Hey, Natalie, what's up?”
“Hi Jet, I just wanted to make sure that you were still good to go for tonight?”
“Yes, of course. What time do you need me there? I can come at any time.”
“You are more than welcome to start heading over.”
“Sure; do you think we could have some of that wine this time?”
I laughed. “Sure we can. Actually, you're probably going to need it.”
He laughed with me. “Great; now you're making me nervous.”
“No need to be. I will see you soon.”
I disconnected the call and set my phone down. “He's on his way over, so get going.”
“I am so unimpressed with you. You're gonna get him naked eventually, aren't you? That's the end result, right? The last drawing?”
I smiled. “Yes, it is.”
“Well tell me this then, Natalie; do you plan on drawing Jet when he's hard or soft?”
I slapped her shoulder. “You're ridiculous! Stop talking like that.”
“If I were you, I would get a little wood from him while you can.”
“Get out!” I said, laughing.
I went into the kitchen while she puttered around, collecting everything she needed to take to the library with her. She headed to the door and called over her shoulder, “Have fun!”
Reaching into the cupboard over my head, I pulled out a bottle of wine. I grabbed a bottle opener and proceeded to open the bottle. I was willing to allow this particular session to be a little more laid-back, now that I had slept with Jet. We were a little more comfortable together than the last time I drew him. Plus, I was asking him to take off his clothes, so he would probably need to relax.
It wasn't long before I heard a knock at my door. I headed over to it and swung it open, finding Jet on the other side of it.
“Hi there.”
“Hey, beautiful.” He came inside, and I closed the door behind him.
He headed to the kitchen, where he found the wine bottle. “Do you mind?”
I shook my head and admired his form as he poured two glasses of wine. I walked to the couch and sat down, waiting for him to follow suit. He came to the couch and sat down beside me, handing me a glass of wine.
“This is great stuff,” he said, admiring the wine he drank.
“Yes, my roommate buys it. She knows her wine; I do not.”
“I heard that you were at the fights, Natalie.”