Page 63 of Jake Forever
Chapter 23
When the elevator doors slid open, I stifled a gasp. There they were – Vince and Bianca, standing just outside the ornate double doors that led to Jake's penthouse. Unfortunately, they weren't facing those doors. They were facing the elevator, with us inside.
Desperately, I grabbed the bottom of the oversized hoodie and gave it a ferocious tug downward. It did almost no good. The hoodie was big, but not big enough to hide the fact that I was mostly naked underneath it.
Even now, I could feel the cool air wafting across the lower part of my partially exposed ass-cheeks. As for the cheeks on my face, they were burning with raw embarrassment.
I was half-naked and reeked of sex. Like an idiot, I hadn't even put back on my shorts. Instead, I'd wadded them up into a soggy ball and tucked them under my arm, thinking I'd simply make a mad-dash from the elevator to the privacy of Jake's penthouse.
At the time, it had seemed like a perfectly reasonable plan, especially when I learned that Jake knew a special elevator code that would deliver us, non-stop, to the privacy of the top floor.
In hindsight, the plan had been totally stupid, especially considering his comment earlier, about not knowing who might be coming over.
Sex with Jake – it turned my brain to mush. Sure, it was a happy mush, but it wasn't with a downside.
Of all the people on Earth, why did I have to be facing Vince and Bianca? Weren't they supposed to be in the lobby? Or in his office or something?
Already, Jake had moved in front of me, blocking me from their view. He told Bianca, "Isaidto meet me in the office."
I couldn’t see Bianca anymore, but Icouldhear her, loud and clear, as she said in a distinctly annoyed voice, "I know you did. But you weren't there."
There was only one elevator that led to the top two floors. And, as I knew from blissful experience, that elevator had been occupied. So how did they get up here?
I peered around Jake and called out, "What'd you do? Take the stairs?"
"It's none ofyourconcern!" Bianca called back. "I was talking to Jake."
I knew Bianca. When it came to Jake, she wanted to do a lot more than talk. She had it bad, as in crazy-stalker bad. If she were a nicer person, I might've felt sorry for her. But she wasn't nice, and any sympathy from me would be a total waste.
My gaze shifted to Vince. He was looking amused more than anything. With a nod in my direction, he said, "If you wanna return that to me, now's a good time."
I blinked. Return what? And then it hit me. Oh, my God. The hoodie. It was his. And if I gave it back now, I might as well be buck-naked. How humiliating was that?
But it was Jake who answered on my behalf. "If you're talking about that hoodie, forget it."
Vince shrugged. "Eh, well, can't blame a guy for trying."
Bianca turned to glare at him. "Do I need to remind you? I'm standing right here."
That made me pause. When it came to Vince and Bianca, I couldn’t quite figure them out. Like me, Bianca had spent a few weeks as Vince's employee, and, if the rumors were true, his main-squeeze. But what they were to each other now, I had no idea.
Vince turned to Bianca and told her, "You wanna parade around naked? You won't seemecomplaining." Turning back to Jake, he added, "You want her to? Just say the word. She'd do it."
Bianca sputtered, "I would not!"
"Right," Vince said. "Keep telling yourself that." His tone grew sarcastic. "We believe you."
Listening, I tried to look on the bright side. If Bianca did, in fact, parade around naked, it would definitely take the focus off me.
But short of that happening, I was stymied on what to do. I ducked my head back behind Jake and tried to think. He stood directly between the open elevator doors, which meant they wouldn’t shut as long as he was there. I couldn’t decide, was that a good thing? Or a bad thing?
I mean, I'd love for those doors to slide shut and hide me from prying eyes. But then what? I couldn't exactly ride down to the lobby and show my goodiesthere.
Almost too late, I recalled the jean shorts, wadded up, under my arm. If Vince and Bianca would only turn away, I could put them on – I paused – and then what? Waltz forward like Jake and Ihadn'tjust been caught been screwing in the elevator?
I reminded myself that they hadn't technically caught us, not in the act or anything. But it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to figure it out. I shifted my stance and tried not to think about it.
In front of me, Jake told them, "Turn around."
