5. Chapter Five
“What the hell,” Jackson said as he opened the door to continue the verbal sparring match, only to see Maya leave the store. He knew he had pushed her too far, too fast. But he also knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He needed to get to her now before her head took over and she shut him out again. He grabbed his jeans to pull them on and instead decided against it when he saw a yellow cab pull up next to her.
Fuck it.
Jackson ran out of the store and towards Maya, his hand grabbing the cab door before it shut.
“Maya..”
“Let me go.”
“I was a dick.”
“There’s no argument from me on that one,” Maya said, her face turning towards him, and her eyes going wide as she took him in.
“You do know you are in your underwear. On the street. In full view.”
“I didn’t want you to leave angry and I didn’t have time to put my pants on,” Jackson said as he tried to angle his body into the cab. “Scoot over.”
“Oh hell no. You did this to yourself.” Maya said grinning as a small crowd started to form, some with their phones out videoing it. “This is just a sample of what will be on offer this weekend folks.” She called out to the crowd. “There are still some tickets left for the man auction. All proceeds to go to the women’s shelter.”
“We can buy him?” one older lady asked as she tilted her head to take in Jackson long muscular legs.
“For handyman purposes only folks. Nothing else,” Jackson said, playing to the crowd.
“He does have one flaw though,” Maya laughed as the crowd grew bigger. “He can’t count for crap.” Jackson felt his body pushed back into the crowd slightly as Maya shut the cab door and took off. All he could hear was her laughter as she left him.
“Shows over folks.” He said as he backed away from the advancing crowd. “But as the lady said, you can still get your tickets for the fundraiser this weekend.”
“See you then cutie,” the older lady said as she snapped a picture of him before he bolted back to the store.
Maya is not going to get the last say every time.
Game on.