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giggled, then furrowed her brow as she
saw Toshi's apron. She fingered the balled up item. "Toshi forgot
her apron? She guards this thing with her life. It's like her good
luck charm or whatever."
    Davis turned from her, certain his eyes would
betray him. "She just left in kind of a hurry. I think a couple of
days off have been a long time coming."
    He walked to the fridge, pulling out some OJ.
"So, what would you like for breakfast?"

 
    Chapter Eight
    A Side of Nausea
     
    Jess pushed her shades to the bridge of her
nose. Usually she basked in the warm juiciness of the sun, but
today it was too bright, magnifying her throbbing head.
    She took a sip of her ginger ale as Kyra went
on about the party.
    "That dress was a hit!" Kyra gushed. "It fit
me like a second skin and even Rosa's fiancé couldn't keep his eyes
off me."
    "Cool," Jess said, running a hand through her
hair. "It sounds like it was a good time."
    "Meh," Kyra shrugged, pulling at her tank
top. "Usually Rosa's soirees are balls out, totally insane the
party doesn't stop until someone calls the cops affairs, but last
night was pretty tame." She twirled a scarlet strand around her
finger. "So how was your date with Clay?"
    Jess's nostrils flared. A bit of makeup had
covered the bruises he'd left on her neck, but just the sound of
his name took her back to that dark place. "It was fine, I
guess."
    Kyra made a face. "Just fine?"
    Jess shrugged. "We just had some pizza and he
went home."
    "Bo-ring," Kyra tsked, taking a sip of her
soup. She gestured at Jess's salad. "You've barely even touched
your food."
    "I'm feeling kinda off," Jess said, taking a
hearty gulp of soda. "A little nauseous."
    "Maybe it was the pizza," Kyra frowned. "All
that grease and shit. I bet you had to hit the treadmill like
whoa."
    A sly smile crept across Jess' face. "Oh I
got quite the workout." She could still remember the feel of Davis'
cock as it explored her body. When he fucked her face, she didn't
even mind when she gagged on his cock--hell, it excited her because
she knew that when he slid it into her pussy and rammed it nice and
deep, she'd be on cloud nine.
    Clay was pretty much a one and done kinda
guy...and lasting more than fifteen minutes? Please.
    She'd lost count of how many times she and
Davis had fucked last night...and twice this morning. She found
herself glancing at the bathroom, wondering what it would be like
if he could meet her at La Rue.
    "I, uh, will be right back," Jess said,
pushing back from the table. Her peasant skirt swished around her
ankles as she pushed into the bathroom.
    An elderly woman flashed a kind smile as she
wiped her hands and pushed out of the restroom.
    Jess swallowed then looked below each stall.
She was alone.
    She pushed inside the first stall, her heart
racing. Was she really going to do this? Before she lost her nerve,
she punched the number for Kensington and Associates.
    "Kensington and associates, how may I direct
your call?" a voice chirped.
    "Davis Kensington, please," Jess said, her
voice wavering.
    "One second," the voice said promptly.
    Beads of sweat coursed down her neck as the
elevator music played while she was on hold.
    "This is Davis." His baritone voice almost
made her cum on the spot.
    "I-it's me," she said finally. "Jessica."
    "Hey Jess. Everything okay?"
    "Yeah," she answered quickly. "Of course. I
was just uh, at a restaurant."
    "Okay," he said slowly. "You've got your
credit card, right?" She heard him shuffle around his desk. "Aren't
you supposed to be in Anthropology right now?"
    "Don't," she said hoarsely. "Don't be my
stepdad right now when my pussy aching for your cock. Don't talk
about school when all I want is to fuck your brains out."
    Davis' sharp intake of breath set her skin on
fire. The sweat was sticky and hot, so she hiked her skirt up to
her waist.
    "You're so naughty," Davis chuckled. "And if
I was there right now-"
    "Tell me," Jess interrupted, her fingers
pressing her wet panties. "Tell me what you'd do