“You work on Kitty’s show? I watch that! You do the outfits?”
She laughed. “Yeah. I do the outfits.”
I bit my lip, feeling smug. “So what did you two ladies have to say about me?”
“Kitty actually said you’re a really good friend. Great guy to have on your side,” she said, acting skeptical.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Jessalyn. I’m excellent best friend material.”
Jessie tipped her head to the side. “She also issued her sympathy for me living next to you.”
I stuck out my bottom lip. “I’m not that bad.”
“I’ll record it for you sometime, Jockey. It’s bad.”
Talking to Jessie, I couldn’t fathom having any material for her to record. In fact, it had just been me and my hand since I met her. And kind of a lot of my hand.
It wasn’t my fault her bratty attitude and curvy body did shit to me. Still, I did feel a little guilty about it. Friends don’t fantasize about friends’ bodies, do they?
I was shivering, so I got out of the pool and headed for the hot tub. The scalding water was a welcome relief to my chilled skin and the cool night air.
“Psst,” I called once I got in.
“Hmm?” Jessie looked up with a questioning face.
“It feels really nice in here. You should get in.”
“I don’t have my swimsuit.”
“You don’t need one,” I said with a grin.
“Dream on, Jockey. Does that shit actually work on your conquests?”
“Honestly, I don’t even have to try this hard,” I admitted.
“Wow. Must be nice to be rich and swimming in puss.”
“It has perks, but there are downsides, too.”
We did our own thing in silence for a while, then my shoulder did a really weird thing. I’d dislocated it when I was a kid and it was never quite the same. My shoulder injury was right around that area. I was actually stuck. “Hey. Um. Jessie?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you come help me?”
“Is this a trick?”
“No, my shoulder’s stuck.” She looked up to find my elbow stuck up out of the water and my face contorted from the pain.
“Geez. Okay.” She rushed over and stepped her legs into the water. “What do you need me to do?”
“I think it just needs to be popped back into place. Push like, right there.”
Jessie’s fist laid into the spot I’d indicated on my upper back and I yelped.
“Too much?”
“No, keep going.”
