14. Jake
JAKE
I left in the early hours of the morning.
My job was over, and it was one of the best nights ever.
How could it not be? Hot-as-sin dirty deeds capped off with a middle-of-the-night sleepy BJ?
Hell, it was good, indeed, to be Finn’s best friend.
But none of this was unexpected, though I couldn’t completely read Kate and her motivation.
I’d never entirely been able to read her.
Though I’d wanted to. I’d definitely wanted to figure her out.
She was a woman of mystery. Even her job was shrouded in secrecy.
And she never let on what she was into. Or who.
Honestly, that simply intrigued me more.
Plus, I was dying to know if she’s played a part in last night’s events. Was she the one moving chess pieces? That seemed like her.
The next morning after I slept some more, I met her at a diner. She waited in a booth near the back, looking more striking than someone should be this early in the morning. From her chestnut hair to her stunning eyes, it was impossible for her to be anything but striking.
Today though, she wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and raised her eyebrows as I walked in, sitting across from her at the booth.
I shot her a grin.
“And how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?” she asked knowingly.
I laughed. “It was some kind of show.”
“Was it now?” She took a sip of her coffee.
I studied her alluring eyes, hunting for answers. “Has anyone ever told you that you can’t resist getting your hands in the pie?”
“Interesting analogy,” she mused. “But I prefer to think of myself as a dirty fairy godmother.”
“Is that who you are?” I asked.
Lazily, she kicked her foot back and forth as if in answer. “Everyone has their kink, right?"