I’ll talk to you later.”
Grady offered an awkward bow at the waist to Melanie and said, “Make yourself at home, gorgeous. Mi casa is…uh…” His face scrunched up as he concentrated on his next words.
“Yeah, okay,” Jay chuckled, pushing him upright and toward the couch. “Go chill for a bit.” Once Grady was situated, Jay looked at Melanie and said, “Sorry about that.”
“You’re apologizing for that ?” she smiled. “He has to be the sweetest drunk guy I’ve ever been around. You must be forgetting my stupid past, Jay. I’ve seen it all. Trust me.”
“Well it doesn’t mean you need to a gain,” he replied dryly.
H e motioned for her to follow him down a hallway. They came across a couple in the way, practically mauling each other with their hands and mouths. The guy was grabbing for a door handle at the same time, trying to slip inside a room.
“Fuck no, asshole,” Jay warned him, shoving him three feet the opposite direction. “Go do that shit in your own house.”
The guy was about to retort something back, but change d his mind when he got a better look at Jay staring him down. He made the smart choice by turning away to leave the scene, but the girl glanced behind to glare at Melanie for some reason, and then gave her a snotty smile as Jay opened the same door to enter the room.
Melanie smiled right back at the chick and blatantly flipped her off.
Amused, Jay playfully pushed her into the weight room and switched the light on. “No starting fights, my pretty girl.”
“Oh, but you can?” she countered back.
“I wasn’t starting a fight,” he stated plainly. “You think that guy was going to argue with me?”
“No,” she smiled. “You intimidate people and you know it.”
“I use my assets to my advantage. So what?”
“Which assets would those be? Your arrogance or your fearless nature?”
“You make those sound like bad things,” he grinned at her.
Melanie gave him a weak smile in return and took a look around the small room that contained a weight bench and a rack of free weights . The space doubled as a guest room since it also had a futon and an end table with a lamp.
Jay glanc ed around the room for a second and then opened a closet near him. He grabbed a couple of blankets and a few pillows and tossed them on the couch, but just kind of stood there because he didn’t know what else to say.
Didn’t matter because t he door flung open and banged against the wall. Some guy without a shirt on stood there, blinking as he looked them both over with a confused expression. His gaze settled on Melanie again and then he smiled as he tried to lean suavely against the doorframe but missed.
“Get the fuck out!” Jay yelled at him , coming across the room to shove him out.
“Wait!” the guy said, stumbling into the hall. “I’m just looking for the bathroom!”
“It’s behind you, dipshit.” Jay slammed the door shut and shook his head.
“Does that door have a lock on it?” Melanie asked.
Jay glanced down at it and sighed. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I’ll just mace the first idiot that walks through the door, male or female.” She reached into her purse that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out a small can of it. “See?”
“You know how to use it?”
“You want me to test it on you?” Melanie raised an eyebrow.
Jay smiled, but the fatigue from the long drive was starting to set in and he rubbed both hands over his face.
Melanie pulled the futon away from the wall and released the latch to turn it into a bed. As she spread one of the blankets over it she said, “Here, come lay down. You need to sleep. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
He laughed and said, “You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor. Goodnight, pretty girl,” he called over his shoulder as he turned for the door. “Bring your mace if you have to use the bathroom. Or just yell for me, I’ll be around the corner out on the
Grady offered an awkward bow at the waist to Melanie and said, “Make yourself at home, gorgeous. Mi casa is…uh…” His face scrunched up as he concentrated on his next words.
“Yeah, okay,” Jay chuckled, pushing him upright and toward the couch. “Go chill for a bit.” Once Grady was situated, Jay looked at Melanie and said, “Sorry about that.”
“You’re apologizing for that ?” she smiled. “He has to be the sweetest drunk guy I’ve ever been around. You must be forgetting my stupid past, Jay. I’ve seen it all. Trust me.”
“Well it doesn’t mean you need to a gain,” he replied dryly.
H e motioned for her to follow him down a hallway. They came across a couple in the way, practically mauling each other with their hands and mouths. The guy was grabbing for a door handle at the same time, trying to slip inside a room.
“Fuck no, asshole,” Jay warned him, shoving him three feet the opposite direction. “Go do that shit in your own house.”
The guy was about to retort something back, but change d his mind when he got a better look at Jay staring him down. He made the smart choice by turning away to leave the scene, but the girl glanced behind to glare at Melanie for some reason, and then gave her a snotty smile as Jay opened the same door to enter the room.
Melanie smiled right back at the chick and blatantly flipped her off.
Amused, Jay playfully pushed her into the weight room and switched the light on. “No starting fights, my pretty girl.”
“Oh, but you can?” she countered back.
“I wasn’t starting a fight,” he stated plainly. “You think that guy was going to argue with me?”
“No,” she smiled. “You intimidate people and you know it.”
“I use my assets to my advantage. So what?”
“Which assets would those be? Your arrogance or your fearless nature?”
“You make those sound like bad things,” he grinned at her.
Melanie gave him a weak smile in return and took a look around the small room that contained a weight bench and a rack of free weights . The space doubled as a guest room since it also had a futon and an end table with a lamp.
Jay glanc ed around the room for a second and then opened a closet near him. He grabbed a couple of blankets and a few pillows and tossed them on the couch, but just kind of stood there because he didn’t know what else to say.
Didn’t matter because t he door flung open and banged against the wall. Some guy without a shirt on stood there, blinking as he looked them both over with a confused expression. His gaze settled on Melanie again and then he smiled as he tried to lean suavely against the doorframe but missed.
“Get the fuck out!” Jay yelled at him , coming across the room to shove him out.
“Wait!” the guy said, stumbling into the hall. “I’m just looking for the bathroom!”
“It’s behind you, dipshit.” Jay slammed the door shut and shook his head.
“Does that door have a lock on it?” Melanie asked.
Jay glanced down at it and sighed. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Oh. Well, that’s okay. I’ll just mace the first idiot that walks through the door, male or female.” She reached into her purse that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out a small can of it. “See?”
“You know how to use it?”
“You want me to test it on you?” Melanie raised an eyebrow.
Jay smiled, but the fatigue from the long drive was starting to set in and he rubbed both hands over his face.
Melanie pulled the futon away from the wall and released the latch to turn it into a bed. As she spread one of the blankets over it she said, “Here, come lay down. You need to sleep. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
He laughed and said, “You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor. Goodnight, pretty girl,” he called over his shoulder as he turned for the door. “Bring your mace if you have to use the bathroom. Or just yell for me, I’ll be around the corner out on the
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