Page 28 of Lethal Seduction

“Involved?” I ask. “Like they were hooking up?”

Jake nods. “Apparently, but you know how rumors go.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. I’ve been hit on, groped, and had the nastiest shit said to me while working with these folks.”

“You’ve been groped?” Jake says, his face darkening. He shakes his head. “People really piss me off sometimes.”

Jake’s concern touches my soul. Usually when I tell people about it, they say, get in line and then go on to tell me something equally as awful that’s happened to them in the past.

I smile. “Thank you, Jake. I appreciate you saying that.” I pull the car out onto the main drag and work it up to speed.

“There’s something about these rich, old, white dudes using their money, power, and influence to get away with so much shit. If you and I were to inappropriately touch someone at work, wewould be thrown out on our ear. They’d probably call the cops on us. We’d be sex offenders or something.”

“Very true,” I say. “The system is rigged to favor those with money for sure.”

“I guess so. Is it too much to ask for the world to be fair? Even if it’s just for some things?” Jake shakes his head. “Turn left up here.”

I often feel the same way. It's hard to wrap my head around it sometimes, but I try not to dwell on the negative too much. Turning the car as directed, I want to change the subject. I've got the hottest guy at the club in my car and we're discussing a murder and how unfair the world is. Talk about a cock block. "Anyway. I'm sure there's nothing we can do about it."

"Maybe... I guess." He sighs and looks out the window.

"It's sure dark on this street," I say. There isn't a streetlight to be seen. I squint to make out the street sign we passed but can't quite tell what it says.

"Make the next right and then an immediate left. I'll be the third house on the right."

I chauffeur us to his destination in silence. During the short drive, I keep glancing over at the gorgeous man in the front seat. Flashbacks to Ricky Diaz at senior prom make me start to sweat. I'm nervous and have no idea what else to talk about but have no trouble envisioning Jake's naked body pressed against mine. I glance over once again, but this time he's looking back at me with a gorgeous smile and twinkly eyes.

I pull into Jake's driveway and stop the car. "Here you are."

Jake turns and grins. My tummy flutters.

"You're the best. Would you like to come up for a drink or… something?" He arches his eyebrow in a naughty, suggestive way.

My pulse accelerates as Jake reaches over and grabs my hand.

"This might seem crazy, but I've always felt a connection with you."

"You have?" I blink rapidly trying to make sense of what's happening. "I didn't even know for sure you were gay."

Jake laughs. "I'm not into labels."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to…"

Jake leans over and kisses me, soft and gentle on the lips. "Very nice. Your lips are so smooth."

I swallow hard. "Thanks… lip balm." I cringe inwardly. Don't be lame.

He kisses me again. Jake's hand rubs slowly up my thigh. I cup his head in my hand and squeeze the back of his neck. Our tongues touch, sending a tantalizing tingle through my eager body. I close my eyes and the car fills with the sound of heavy breathing and the soft moans of intensifying need and pleasure. I can't believe this is happening.

After a few minutes pass, I sit back in my seat, panting for air. I'm hard as a rock. Jake reaches over and wipes my chin dry with his thumb. "You had a little of my spit on you. Sorry about that."

I wipe my left cheek dry. "Wow."

"Yeah." Jake pulls at the crotch of his jeans, no doubt uncomfortably snug. I search Jake's eyes for a sign, anything to tell him what to do or say next. "I should probably get going." Jake thumbs out the side window. "I wouldn't want the neighbors thinking something fishy is going on in here."

"For sure." I play it cool, rolling my eyes. "Neighbors."

He gets out of the car and shuts the door. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck as our gaze locks. Then without another word, he waves and turns to walk away, adjusting the crotch of his pants as he does. I lower the window and say, "Jake. Wait."

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