the tension and helps with subtly getting my mom to back off.
I grab the chair that is next to Susie then drag it around the table until I reach the other side. I then reach across and slide my place setting so that it is now in front of me. My father hands me my wine glass, and I thank him with a nod. He just smirks at my antics.
“So, Susie, what do you do?” my father asks, keeping the conversation light and neutral.
Susie tells my parents about working at the bank. She relays a few funny stories about different customers but then starts on “the girl” that is at the window beside her, and my irritation rises.
Fortunately, my mother doesn’t focus on that. “And that’s where you two met?” she asks innocently.
“Yes,” she answers, “Actually, he comes in a few times a month and always comes to my window.” She smiles and I want to throw my mashed potatoes at her smug face.
If she only knew the real reason I go to her window and not Violet’s is because I am insanely attracted to Violet and am afraid of making an ass out of myself in front of her. Plus, I wasn’t ready for a committed relationship at the time, and I would never offer a beautiful soul like Violet’s a one night stand. She’s worth more than that. And now, after spending quality time with her, I’d kill another man who tries to take her from me.
Suddenly, I hear a rustling under the table then feel her running her foot up the inside of my pant leg. What the ever-living fuck is she thinking? I glance across the table to give her a “what the fuck?” look, but all I see is a haughty smile, almost daring me to react. Apparently, she doesn’t think I would make a scene in front of my parents. I try to be subtle by scooting farther back so she can’t reach any higher. She is a manipulative bitch and I can’t stand another minute of this.
“Isn’t that right, Jordan?” she asks innocently, while trying to be flirty, and I am repulsed.
I throw her another nasty look across the table as I swat her left foot away from me. She knows damn well that I don’t like her calling me Jordan, but I can’t correct her in front of my parents. I really don’t want to come off like a complete asshole in front of them if I don’t have to. But she is pushing my limits. Jesus! Trying to fondle me under the table while eating dinner at my parents’? She’s disrespectful and disgusting.
“Actually, I come every Wednesday. Same day, same time. Something you should know. Violet has no problem remembering,” I say resentfully, taking a cheap shot.
“Oh Violet? Your Violet? She works at the bank with you, Susie?” my mother asks.
“ Your Violet?” Susie questions, raising an eyebrow. Hearing Violet’s name come out of Susie’s lips irritates the shit out of me.
“She’s a bit dowdy if you ask me,” Susie adds narcissistically.
“Nobody asked you,” I grind out.
“Jordan!” My mother scolds.
I over-dramatically throw my napkin onto the table.
“Ya know what? I’ve had enough. Sorry, Ma. Pop. The meatloaf was delicious; I can’t say I enjoyed the company.”
I stand up to make my way out.
“Jordan.” My mother tries to get me to stay.
“Let him go Angela. Dinner’s over.”
-6-
I’m almost done with what I need to do at Ragin’ Richards. Thank fucking god! I think I may actually be able to wrap things up within a month, two the most. There is some shady drug shit going on. Once I am able to find out who is supplying the garbage and who is selling it, I can clean house and get the club running legally. I mean, that is what I was sent to do – clean shit up and get their asses together. Like I told you before, and as my old boss knows, and counts on, I like rules and structure. I may blur them, but I never cross them.
The night I was late to work from being with Violet, I walked in on the manager arguing with some burly dude. Bingo! It wasn’t a top level guy, looked more like an
I grab the chair that is next to Susie then drag it around the table until I reach the other side. I then reach across and slide my place setting so that it is now in front of me. My father hands me my wine glass, and I thank him with a nod. He just smirks at my antics.
“So, Susie, what do you do?” my father asks, keeping the conversation light and neutral.
Susie tells my parents about working at the bank. She relays a few funny stories about different customers but then starts on “the girl” that is at the window beside her, and my irritation rises.
Fortunately, my mother doesn’t focus on that. “And that’s where you two met?” she asks innocently.
“Yes,” she answers, “Actually, he comes in a few times a month and always comes to my window.” She smiles and I want to throw my mashed potatoes at her smug face.
If she only knew the real reason I go to her window and not Violet’s is because I am insanely attracted to Violet and am afraid of making an ass out of myself in front of her. Plus, I wasn’t ready for a committed relationship at the time, and I would never offer a beautiful soul like Violet’s a one night stand. She’s worth more than that. And now, after spending quality time with her, I’d kill another man who tries to take her from me.
Suddenly, I hear a rustling under the table then feel her running her foot up the inside of my pant leg. What the ever-living fuck is she thinking? I glance across the table to give her a “what the fuck?” look, but all I see is a haughty smile, almost daring me to react. Apparently, she doesn’t think I would make a scene in front of my parents. I try to be subtle by scooting farther back so she can’t reach any higher. She is a manipulative bitch and I can’t stand another minute of this.
“Isn’t that right, Jordan?” she asks innocently, while trying to be flirty, and I am repulsed.
I throw her another nasty look across the table as I swat her left foot away from me. She knows damn well that I don’t like her calling me Jordan, but I can’t correct her in front of my parents. I really don’t want to come off like a complete asshole in front of them if I don’t have to. But she is pushing my limits. Jesus! Trying to fondle me under the table while eating dinner at my parents’? She’s disrespectful and disgusting.
“Actually, I come every Wednesday. Same day, same time. Something you should know. Violet has no problem remembering,” I say resentfully, taking a cheap shot.
“Oh Violet? Your Violet? She works at the bank with you, Susie?” my mother asks.
“ Your Violet?” Susie questions, raising an eyebrow. Hearing Violet’s name come out of Susie’s lips irritates the shit out of me.
“She’s a bit dowdy if you ask me,” Susie adds narcissistically.
“Nobody asked you,” I grind out.
“Jordan!” My mother scolds.
I over-dramatically throw my napkin onto the table.
“Ya know what? I’ve had enough. Sorry, Ma. Pop. The meatloaf was delicious; I can’t say I enjoyed the company.”
I stand up to make my way out.
“Jordan.” My mother tries to get me to stay.
“Let him go Angela. Dinner’s over.”
-6-
I’m almost done with what I need to do at Ragin’ Richards. Thank fucking god! I think I may actually be able to wrap things up within a month, two the most. There is some shady drug shit going on. Once I am able to find out who is supplying the garbage and who is selling it, I can clean house and get the club running legally. I mean, that is what I was sent to do – clean shit up and get their asses together. Like I told you before, and as my old boss knows, and counts on, I like rules and structure. I may blur them, but I never cross them.
The night I was late to work from being with Violet, I walked in on the manager arguing with some burly dude. Bingo! It wasn’t a top level guy, looked more like an
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