She hugged me again. “Okay. Thanks, Indy.”
I cupped her face and smiled. “Super proud of you, sweetness.”
She grinned, then skittered away to join her friends. I continued through the great room and back to my office where I fired up my desktop and went about running a background check on Potion.
* * *
Jekyll
Ispun Leo’s phonebetween my fingers as I thought about the beautiful Indigo and her heart-shaped ass that had me hard as a rock the second she strutted her way to her car.
“You gonna bronze that thing or give it back to the kid?” Stoney joked, handing me a beer before flopping down in the chair across from me.
I grinned. “Deciding.”
“You could always pullhernumber from the phone before you give it back.”
I sighed. “Yeah, decidin’ that too.”
“Deciding what?” Stoney’s old lady, Sabrina, asked, sitting on his lap.
It was an impromptu family night, with just a few of the old ladies and their kids who hung around after Church. It was noisy as hell, but it was also fantastic.
“Jekyll’s got a crush on some social worker hottie and her number’s on that phone,” Stoney said.
“Jesus.” I rolled my eyes. “Not in fuckin’ high school, Stoney.”
“Whose phone is that?” Sabrina asked.
“It’s the phone he confiscated off a kid.”
“Wait, the one who messed with your bike?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
Sabrina cocked her head. “Okay, so it’s this kid’s phone, the said hottie’s number is on it, and you’re ‘deciding’ whether or not you should get her phone number from his contact list?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” I admitted.
“Well, I can answer that,” Sabrina said. “You should not.”
Stoney frowned. “Why not?”
“Because it’s an invasion of her privacy and incredibly stalkery.”
“What if he doesn’t use it?” Stoney asked.
“Doesn’t matter. If he wants her number, he needs to put his big boy undies on and ask her.”
Done with this conversation happening as though I wasn’t there, I pushed up off the chair and nodded. “Good talk.”
“Wait, sorry,” she called, but I was already halfway down the hall.
She was right and that was probably why she pissed me off so bad. I wasn’t one to ask for some chick’s number. Had never had to. I had no problem gettin’ pussy and I wasn’t about to start weaslin’ around for it now.
“Hey, Jekyll,” Ilene called out, as if on cue. “You want some company?”
Ilene was a reliable “no strings” kind of girl who hung around the club a lot. She was a great fuck, but not much else.
