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to
go?"
    Kyra gave her a strange look. "We've barely
looked at anything."
    Jess kept walking, trying to put as much
distance between her and the memory of that night. "I just remember
I have a thing. A, uh, meeting with a professor."
    Kyra let out a giggle as she ran her
manicured fingers through her fiery mane. "So what? You never go to
those things. It’s part of your Valley Girl Without A Cause
charm."
    "Well, Davis has really been on my ass about
school," Jess said. Which was true. Although Creighton was a state
school, he was dishing out full tuition and Jess barely went to one
class a week. She was skating by with C’s and D’s in most classes
and didn’t really care. When her mother was alive they’d talk about
her courses and what she was excited about studying, but now there
was no one to talk to.
    Kyra stood beside her as the cashier rang up
the purchases. "That's so cool of him to let you stay there."
    "Well, it IS my house," Jess sneered.
    "Mmm…technically it's his house," Kyra
corrected. "Though if I were you, I'd be all about a barter system
of sorts. You know, a little bit this…a little bit of that." She
let out a moan. "Davis Kensington is hecka hot for 45."
    "He's 41," Jess amended. She glanced at the
cashier. "How much?"
    "$2,523 dollars and fifteen cents," the woman
said, flashing all her teeth. She was probably calculating the
commission in her head.
    Jess gestured at Kyra's dress. "Add that
too."
    Kyra's green eyes went wide. "Jessica! It's
300 dollars!"
    A devilish grin spread across Jess' face.
"Consider it an early birthday present from Davis."
    "My birthday's not for three months," Kyra
laughed, handing over the dress. "Davis is gonna KILL you!"
    "No," Jess said, her face hard as she slid
the credit card across the counter. "He owes me."

 
    Chapter Five
    Third Wheel
     
    Davis balanced the pizza as he fumbled for
his house key. He'd stopped at Luigi's and picked up Jess's
favorite--white pizza with mozzarella, garlic, and ricotta.
    A couple of bites of this pizza would ward
off just anyone, and he was hoping that it would repel both of
them...and they would keep their hands off each other.
    Jess made him feel like a teenager, virulent
and insatiable. He had her kiss branded on his lips, the taste of
her juicy pussy branded on his tongue.
    He paused as he inserted the key in the
lock.
    Keep it together,
man , he ordered himself. He had to
remember who he was. He was a generally good man; he paid everyone
down to the janitor obscenely well. He paid his taxes. He opened
the door for women, and always moved over when cars needed to merge
in his lane.
    He wasn't this man--this person
who'd lie with his wife's eighteen year old daughter. Jess had said
they were both adults but that wasn't true. Being an adult meant
sacrifice, it meant making the hard choice. The hardest choice Jess
had to make was the pink or blue minidress. Hell, if their tryst
got out, HE'D be the one painted as the letch, the party that
should have known better.
    But when she looked at him with those big
blue eyes, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to know every inch
of her. He wanted to love her, to hear her moans of pleasure as he
explored her.
    He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. A
muscular young man in a Creighton U t-shirt stood behind the
island, drinking HIS coronas.
    The kid's eyes went round as he broke a
toothy grin. He put down the bottle and jutted out his hand. "You
must be Jessie's dad. I'm Clay."
    Davis shook it gingerly. "Stepfather. Davis
Kensington."
    "Oh yeah! You're the dude from the
commercials. The heavy hitter or whatever."
    "Yeah," Davis said curtly, putting down the
box.
    Clay gestured at the almost empty identical
box in front of him, also from Luigi's.
    "Great minds, man. Great minds!" he joked,
clapping Davis on the shoulder.
    Davis gave him a wary smile. "Where's
Jess?"
    She breezed in the room, flashing Clay a
mischievous grin. Davis felt his heart flutter as he scanned her.
Her skin was