On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss
Chapter 49
Seth
Iscan Jenna’s floor one more time, checking in case I forgot something. Boxers? Pants? Shirt? All of the above on board, but something is missing…
I touch my back pocket. Wallet.
I touch my other back pocket. Phone? Phone!
Where’s my phone?
I turn around again, searching flat surfaces. Her desk? No. Bedside table? No.
“Who’s Polly?”
I spin toward the bed. Oh. It’s in Jenna’s hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Going through your phone,” she says with a smirk. “Who’s Polly? She called you twice last week.”
I gawk at her. She’s lying on her back, cool and casual, with a bedsheet softly resting over her breasts. Hair ruffled about. A pleasant, just-got-fucked glow on her cheeks, thanks to yours truly.
“You’re only getting away with this because you’re naked, you realize that, right?”
She chuckles. “Yup.”
“Polly works at the hotel,” I answer. “She’s in my class, too. We’re interns.”
“And…?” Jenna hints with a raised brow.
“And her nephew’s birthday was last week, so she called me to see if I could switch shifts with her.”
Jenna narrows her eyes, then shrugs. “All right,” she says, settling back onto her pillow.
I extend my hand. “Can I have my phone back, please?”
“One… second…”
She lifts the sheet, points the camera down, and takes a photo, illuminating her naked body with a quick flash.
“Here you go,” she says, holding it out for me to take back.
I swipe open my photos, pleasantly surprised to see a brand new photo of her breasts. “Thank you?” I say.
“Eh, I’ve got a photo of your dick,” she says. “It’s only fair.”
“Good point.” I drop my phone into my pocket. “I have a shift, so I’m gonna skedaddle.”
“At the hotel?”
“Yeah.”
“With Polly?”
I smirk. “Is this jealousy I detect in your voice?”
“No.”
That’s a yes.
“No,” I answer. “It’s just me at the desk tonight.”
Jenna shifts onto her elbow. “How do you like working there?”
“Oh, I like it, it’s…” I pause.
“What?”
“Is this the first time you’ve ever asked me about my life?”
“No. That can’t be true,” she says, then pauses. “Is it?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Maybe?” She squints. “So?”
I smile. “I like it,” I say. “It’s a good job. The boss is kind of a dick, but I’m learning a lot.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah. Cool.”
We stare at each other for a moment more. For a moment longer than that.
“Well, I’m gonna go,” I say.
“Okay.”
I don’t move. She furrows her brow with annoyance.
“What?” she asks.
I walk back to the bed and lean over her, watching with sinister eyes as she tilts back with curiosity. I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger on her for a long second; long enough to make her smile.
“That was awfully sweet of you,” she says.
I smirk. “Bye.”
“See you at the beach.”
I step out into the hall and close the door behind me. Silence surrounds the moment, and I’m amazed at how comfortable it is. I’ve done this walk away from a woman’s room plenty of times before, but this time is different.
This time feels…
The front door opens as I step into the kitchen. There’s only a few precious seconds to react before I’m caught. I could hop back into the hallway, sneak back into Jenna’s room. I might hide in the bathroom or—
“Seth?”
Ah, shit.
Heidi stops in the kitchen doorway, her eyes laser-focused on me.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
She steps forward and drops her bag on the table. “… Hey,” she says again. “What are you doing here?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Oh, I was just…”
Fucking your best friend.
No, wait. Don’t say that. Say—
“Fu—ixing the dryer,” I spit.
“The dryer?” she repeats.
“Yeah, I thought of something that might fix it, so I swung by to see if it would… fix it.”
Heidi nods, waiting. “Any luck?”
Kind of.
“Nope,” I answer. “Still broken.”
She shrugs. “Well, thanks for trying. Again. How did you get in?”
“Oh, Jenna let me in. She, uh…” I think fast. “She rolled her eyes, told me not to blow the place up, and shut herself in her room.”
Heidi chuckles. “Sounds about right.”
Nailed it.
“Well, I need to get to work, so…” I step toward her. “I’ll see you at the beach on Thursday, little sister.”
“Sundown?” she asks.
I give her a mini-hug as I pass. “Sundown,” I repeat.
“Can’t wait!”
“Me neither!”
As I step outside onto the porch, I take a sigh of relief. Well, we got away with that. I guess. Next time, I’ll have to be more careful.
I smirk.
Next time.