He filled them each to the brim with a slick grin showing off his lip ring as his hair fell lazily across his eyes.
I'm human. I do stare at him sometimes. It's hard not to fall prey to his hotness.
"Well shit, if we are going to have a house night, we better kick it off right!" Jackson shouted.
Bri and Trey pulled their tongues out of each other to join us at the bar. We picked up our shots and enthusiastically tossed them back. It burned going down but it felt good. It took the edge off what had become a long day. We spent the rest of Thursday night in the cave as a house. The five of us devoted the evening to drinking together while challenging each other to games in pool, foosball, and tournaments on the various gaming consoles. It was the perfect distraction for me. I didn't have much time to sit on this decision. At the moment, I didn't care.
CHAPTER FOUR
Friday morning arrived too fast. I was in bed staring at my ceiling contemplating Harrison's offer. By the time I had gotten up to go downstairs, the rest of the house had already gone their separate ways for class. I set my laptop on the island before heading over to the half-made pot of coffee to pour myself a cup. I crossed over to the microwave to warm it up. Once heated, I situated myself on a stool at the island to sip my coffee. It was strange being in the kitchen without the mess of take-out boxes surrounding me. My eyes drifted out the big bay window above the sink. Soon the colors of fall would grace the trees but for now the lasting moments of summer lingered bringing a smile to my face.
I brought my laptop to life. I wondered what Harrison had discovered that was intriguing enough to ask someone to plant themselves inside the company for more information. Once powered up, I opened the Internet going to my old friend Google. I typed in F. F. Sweeney & Company and hit enter. The search results that came back on them were thousands upon thousands. I settled in for a morning of reading and researching.
After several cups of coffee and hours of research, I had a better idea of their operations. It was still unclear to me on what their connections were to anything Harrison was insinuating. Bigger guns were necessary to acquire that kind of information.
Maybe Jayden can help. No, that would involve telling Jackson .
I checked the time on my phone. I had spent a significant amount of time researching to find the basics. I groaned setting it on the counter before heading upstairs for an overdue shower. After showering, I tossed on a pair of short jean shorts with a sky blue cami and tied my hair into a ponytail. I headed downstairs hoping that someone might be home. This opportunity had appeal merely for something to do when everyone was at class.
As I hit the landing of the stairs, I heard footsteps on the front porch. I stepped out to find Jackson grabbing his cigarettes out of the mail slot. He gave me a stiff nod sinking onto the couch. I sat next to him wondering what had him off. Jackson kept his focus forward playing with fringes of his jean shorts. He was sporting one of his many rock T-shirts. The tattoos on his arms and right leg jumped out for me to devour. I nudged my shoulder into his trying to pry my eyes from the tattoos on his leg.
"So how was class? I'm surprised you even made it to a Friday class. It's got to be a first!"
Jackson scowled before blowing out perfect circles of smoke. "I go to class when I need to Mia. There is nothing in the syllabus that states we have to show up for every boring lecture."
I rolled my eyes. "You either had mandatory attendance or you had a test."
Jackson huffed. "We had a quiz."
"Ha! I knew it. How did you do? What class was it?" I asked curiously.
Jackson paled as his eyes darted out to the lawn and the cars in the driveway as if they were going to answer for him. He took another drag as he ran his fingers through his hair. Instant irritation spread throughout me.
I sat up squaring my shoulders
I'm human. I do stare at him sometimes. It's hard not to fall prey to his hotness.
"Well shit, if we are going to have a house night, we better kick it off right!" Jackson shouted.
Bri and Trey pulled their tongues out of each other to join us at the bar. We picked up our shots and enthusiastically tossed them back. It burned going down but it felt good. It took the edge off what had become a long day. We spent the rest of Thursday night in the cave as a house. The five of us devoted the evening to drinking together while challenging each other to games in pool, foosball, and tournaments on the various gaming consoles. It was the perfect distraction for me. I didn't have much time to sit on this decision. At the moment, I didn't care.
CHAPTER FOUR
Friday morning arrived too fast. I was in bed staring at my ceiling contemplating Harrison's offer. By the time I had gotten up to go downstairs, the rest of the house had already gone their separate ways for class. I set my laptop on the island before heading over to the half-made pot of coffee to pour myself a cup. I crossed over to the microwave to warm it up. Once heated, I situated myself on a stool at the island to sip my coffee. It was strange being in the kitchen without the mess of take-out boxes surrounding me. My eyes drifted out the big bay window above the sink. Soon the colors of fall would grace the trees but for now the lasting moments of summer lingered bringing a smile to my face.
I brought my laptop to life. I wondered what Harrison had discovered that was intriguing enough to ask someone to plant themselves inside the company for more information. Once powered up, I opened the Internet going to my old friend Google. I typed in F. F. Sweeney & Company and hit enter. The search results that came back on them were thousands upon thousands. I settled in for a morning of reading and researching.
After several cups of coffee and hours of research, I had a better idea of their operations. It was still unclear to me on what their connections were to anything Harrison was insinuating. Bigger guns were necessary to acquire that kind of information.
Maybe Jayden can help. No, that would involve telling Jackson .
I checked the time on my phone. I had spent a significant amount of time researching to find the basics. I groaned setting it on the counter before heading upstairs for an overdue shower. After showering, I tossed on a pair of short jean shorts with a sky blue cami and tied my hair into a ponytail. I headed downstairs hoping that someone might be home. This opportunity had appeal merely for something to do when everyone was at class.
As I hit the landing of the stairs, I heard footsteps on the front porch. I stepped out to find Jackson grabbing his cigarettes out of the mail slot. He gave me a stiff nod sinking onto the couch. I sat next to him wondering what had him off. Jackson kept his focus forward playing with fringes of his jean shorts. He was sporting one of his many rock T-shirts. The tattoos on his arms and right leg jumped out for me to devour. I nudged my shoulder into his trying to pry my eyes from the tattoos on his leg.
"So how was class? I'm surprised you even made it to a Friday class. It's got to be a first!"
Jackson scowled before blowing out perfect circles of smoke. "I go to class when I need to Mia. There is nothing in the syllabus that states we have to show up for every boring lecture."
I rolled my eyes. "You either had mandatory attendance or you had a test."
Jackson huffed. "We had a quiz."
"Ha! I knew it. How did you do? What class was it?" I asked curiously.
Jackson paled as his eyes darted out to the lawn and the cars in the driveway as if they were going to answer for him. He took another drag as he ran his fingers through his hair. Instant irritation spread throughout me.
I sat up squaring my shoulders
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