End of Day (Jack & Jill #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

kids? I mean … I’ve assumed for quite some time now that it’s because you still are one and you don’t like competition.”
    Jackson shrugged. “They remind me of what I may never have.”
    “Oh … that’s … deep.”
    “God, you’re gullible. It’s been my MO for years. The downside to dating older women is their damn ticking biological clocks. If a woman knows I don’t like kids and still ends up in my bed, then I know it’s for the right reason.”
    “Which is?”
    “Duh … sex.” Jackson took a swig of his beer.
    “Yeah … not so deep after all.”
    Jackson smirked and held out Jillian’s hat. She stirred her hand around and picked out a piece of paper. “What the hell?”
    Jackson snatched it from her. “Oh, this is a good one. And I’m sure the demand is high here in Nebraska. The downside is the risk of injury.”
    “It’s not even a real job, you perverted fuck.”
    “It most certainly is.”
    “Then do share, oh wise one, what exactly a barnyard masturbator does.”
    “It’s self-explanatory. They collect bovine sperm for research and breeding purposes. You can use a rectal electrifier to stimulate its release, or an artificial vagina on its penis, or good old-fashioned manual stimulation.” Jackson wiggled his brows.
    “Bullshit.”
    Jackson laughed. “Technically it’s bull sperm.”
    “Give me your hat. I need to add some better job options.” Jillian tried to take Jackson’s drawing hat.
    “Nope. Too late. And just remember … we shook on it. We both agreed we would choose one of the five jobs, no matter what .”
    “Draw,” Jillian grumbled, sitting back in her chair.
    “Personal Trainer? No way.” Jackson narrowed his eyes at her.
    “Don’t even look at me that way. You cannot honestly say working as a personal trainer is worse than jacking-off barnyard animals.”
    “It is if you spent most of your senior year in high school being jacked off by your personal trainer.”
    “She wasn’t a personal trainer, she was a P.E. teacher.” Jillian laughed. “And don’t act like you didn’t like it. Luke said it’s probably what started your older woman fetish.”
    “Nice to know you kept that shit confidential.”
    They both paused for a moment. Just the mention of his name sucked the air out of the room, even in their inebriated state.
    Jackson held out Jillian’s hat. “Go.”
    Jillian grinned as she read the paper. “Pampered Chef? Is that company still in business?”
    “Absolutely. Then maybe you’d learn to cook.”
    “Not happening. Next.”
    Jackson drew. “Piano teacher?”
    “You’d be great at it!”
    “No jobs with kids.”
    “It’s a half hour lesson, not a commitment to be their big brother. Anyway, you could always teach adults.”
    Jackson shook his head while Jillian took her turn.
    “Sex toy party consultant.” Jillian raised a lone brow. “These home party jobs are usually evening work. Why don’t I just turn tricks? The pay would be better.”
    “Patience. You still have two more options.”
    Jillian kicked his shin. “Prostitute is one of the last two options, isn’t it?”
    Jackson snickered. “My turn.” He fished a piece of paper from the hat. “Discount mattress store mascot?”
    “Yes. You’ve seen them—the guys that dress up in a mattress costume and stand on the street corner. I bet it would increase your chances of getting laid.”
    Jackson took a pull of his beer. “I’ve got Woody, what more could women want?”
    Jillian drew again. “A psychic?” She giggled as the endless possibilities played in her mind.
    “I knew you’d like that one.”
    “I do, but I think it’s best we stick with jobs that won’t have disgruntled customers seeking revenge.”
    “You’re probably right. Give me my last choice.” Jackson unfolded the paper. “A prostitute? You bitch! You put that one in my hat?”
    Jillian hugged her stomach. There was nothing she loved more than getting the best of her brother.