“So how did it go with Jake?” I asked in a friendly, conversational tone.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I think you know.”
I grinned.
“You think it’s funny?”
“Sort of, yeah. I did warn you.”
“Warn me about what? Jake hasn’t had a spare moment to talk to me, so we’ll never know.”
“Oh, okay.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I told you he wouldn’t be interested. You’re not his type.”
“Oh, and the skank is?” Sarah asked in a raised voice.
“Casey?” I questioned in surprise.
“How do you know her name?”
“I met her last night. We hung out. She’s a cool girl.”
“Jake hung out with her last night?” Sarah’s voice was high-pitched and pissed.
“Yeah. We all did.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “That little…” She caught herself then added, “Well, you don’t know her like I do. She’s putting on a show for Jake.”
With an exaggerated groan, I asked, “Did you invite me over here to talk about Jake again, or are we gonna get it on? Because honestly, Sarah, that’s the only reason I am still talking to you.”
I took a step back, expecting to get slapped in the face, but instead I was treated to a megawatt smile. Sarah really was so damn beautiful. It made me wonder why she didn’t grace the world with that carefree look more often.
“We’re gonna get it on,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“Yay me!” I raised my arms in victory.
* * *
After saying my goodbyes, Sarah and I made our way to her room. Originally she’d wanted to go back to my place, but I had visions of her rummaging through Jake’s bag and sniffing his underwear while I used the bathroom, so I vetoed her request. Reluctantly she agreed to a romp in her room.
“So what’s your job, really?”
“I’m a bodyguard.”
“You’rea bodyguard?” she scoffed.
“What? You don’t think I can guard bodies?”
“Well, you aren’t exactly the threatening type.”
“Oh, and what type am I?”
“The stoner type,” she laughed.
“Hey!” I exclaimed and nudged her. “What’s your job?”
