For once Bill wasn’t playing his usual games, aside from the waiting like the dog. And even that didn’t sit well with her. Something about him wasn’t adding up. He bothered to wait five hours? When he could have just easily slipped the cash under the door and called it a day. Red flags. “Oh yeah?” She questioned. Jess would have preferred him to leave, as she always did. But for him to agree left a weird taste in her mouth.
“Dying to know what had you choosing to sit around this shit hole instead. Was it the breathtaking view, or the company that kept you away from whatever the hell it is you do all day? Bet it wasn’t the peach down there,” she gestured behind her. The woman in 302 needed her teeth knocked in.
Jessica grabbed the money he waved at her, like she was some sex object on stage. That didn’t seem so off. She was quick to count it. All there, as promised. But it still didn’t feel like every other agonizing experience she shared with the curly haired asshole. “Okay, spill it. What’s the deal with you? Are you using your supply, or whatever the hell he has you selling?”
“I don’t use the supply I sell. I get my own. But, NO, I’m not on anything. Right now. Might be later,” he shrugged, thankful she took the money from him cause his arm was beginning to get tired. Focus on the minor inconveniences, not her. FOCUS. That last thought finally made his eyes focus on her. Seeing the confusion on her face -- the worry almost -- made his stomach turn. Bad idea to look at her. Bad idea. Bad. Why did he stay and wait? He should’ve just slid it under the door and left. Save himself from this. Whatever this is.
“What does it matter, anyway? You got your money. Now we don’t have to see each other again,” did he really want that? “We can both go our separate ways. Do a little dance. MOVE ON. I’m sure you won’t miss me. I’ll miss that gorgeous face for a bit but I’ll get over it. Better this way.” Was it?
Bill let himself take the sight of her in, even if she had a look of disgust, letting his mind drift back to Miami for just a moment. He wouldn’t miss her. He wouldn’t. Bill didn’t MISS people. He didn’t CARE. He didn’t. “It’s been real, Jessie,” his eyes found their way back to hers, “I got a meeting to get to.” Eyes lingered, locked for longer than he wanted, before he tore them away and turned to start walking down the hall. He felt the sudden need to drink an entire bar.