Page 52 of S.O.S. Perk

The question was asked without so much as a twitch of her frosted lips, but Perk’s radar was pinging. There was something off about Mrs. Nelsin, and it wasn’t the fact that she was blatantly checking out his face and torso from top to bottom,with an emphasis on bottom. Could she make it any clearer that she was staring at his package?

“He’s new at school, Mom,” Jeremy told her. “And he was just leaving. He has…stuff to do.”

Luckily, Perk had enough control over himself not to pop a boner while she’d ogled his jeans. Thank God she eventually gave up her perusal to acknowledge Perk to his face.

“It’s nice of you to bring work to Jeremy,” she stated, her voice still cold. “What’s yourrealname, young man? I’m assuming it’s not ‘Dude’.”

“Thomas Perdudan, Ma’am,” Perk offered, walking forward and sticking his hand out for a shake. She took it and held on.

“Well, Thomas, I enjoy meeting Jeremy’s friends.” Was she going to check into Perk’s bio? He certainly hoped so. SOS had spent a lot of time making it appear impeccable.

“I hope you’ll come back and visit us again soon when you can spend more time,” the woman added.

The invitation was fake as fuck.

“Count on that, Ma’am,” Perk replied, not acknowledging her acerbity. Since he now had an open invite from the matriarch—albeit a counterfeit one—he’d be up Jeremy’s ass every day until he uncovered exactly what he needed.

Mrs. Nelsin finally released his hand, but not before she’d—straight-facedly—stroked his wrist with one, extended finger.

Gross.Was she hitting on him?

Even if he wasn’t supposed to be high school age, the inappropriate contact would still creep him out. And what a bunch of mixed signals this woman gave off; cold, but horny? How was that even possible? He wondered how many of Jeremy’s friends this woman had fucked?

It made sense, now; Jeremy not wanting buddies to hang around, and Perk almost felt sorry for the kid. How would it be to have a mother who hit on your pals?

Pretty awful.

Perk turned to Jeremy. “So, I’ll see you in school on Monday?” he asked, “unless you want to hang out on Sunday. I’m busy tomorrow, but I’ve got nothing planned after that.” Perk let him know without saying it, that he expected to hear something soon about being let into the “business”.

“I’ll call you,” Jeremy said, clearly urging him to leave.

The dynamics here were all very intriguing.

“Okay. See ya.” Perk turned back to Mrs. Nelsin just to be polite. “It was nice meeting you, Ma’am.”

“Please,” she purred, her lids dropping to hooded. Kind of like a snake doing a charm-dance. “Call me Jennifer. And yes, come again, soon.”

“Uh, right. Well. I g-g-gotta go,” Perk stated stutteringly.

Instead of bringing the woman down a few pegs as he would have done in a real-life situation, he dry-licked his lips instead, and pretended to stumble over his own feet as he made his way to his car, as if he were aware and nervous she was interested.

But one thing was completely apparent.

Something wasn’t right in the Nelsin household.

As soon as Perk was safely out of the driveway, he rang up the two FBI agents who’d been watching the house. “This is Perk.”

He nodded to them on his way past the construction van where they sat in the Bureau’s surveillance unit. “Tell me about the comings and goings at the house today.”

“Other than the mother leaving this morning at eight AM, there was no further activity until you showed up, then her.”

“The father?” Perk questioned.

“We haven’t seen him.”

The guy could be off on a business trip.

“Thanks.” Perk hung up.

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