Anytime, Sweetheart (Remastered)- Part Four
Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovetusklovetusk @sorenmarie87 @smoothdogsgirl
Another two months had passed since she had last seen Jeffery. They texted almost every day, though, even with how hectic their schedules were. Jeffrey even sent her a bouquet of black roses for her birthday in November.
It was the beginning of a Wednesday night shift for Kylin, two weeks before Christmas. She was behind the bar getting it ready when Andrea came running up to her with her phone in her hand. She waved it frantically in Kylin’s face, pointing at the screen. In the months they’d been apart, they’d never managed to actually be able to take a phone call from one another. It had been forever since she heard his voice.
She snatched the phone from her friend and answered quickly, not able to stop the stutter that came out with her “Hello?”
“What’re you doin’?” Came his deep drawl. Kylin could picture the smirk he would have.
Her cheeks instantly flushed a bright red color, and she turned away from Andrea after sending her off with a wave of her hand. The girl pouted, but trotted off to finish what she had been doing when Kylin turned away.
“Workin,” Kylin answered finally, and propped her phone between her cheek and shoulder to resume the task she had started.
“I figured, You busy?”
“Not at the moment, not open yet,” Kylin replied as she began to fill the freezer with ice from the bucket.
“I bet you look good as fuck in that little tank top,” He flirted, “and those itty bitty shorts.”
“They actually let us wear pants in the winter, thankfully.” She giggled back before picking up a case of beer with a grunt, the bottles clinking together loudly.
“Don’t hurt yourself there, little one,” Jeffrey teased
“Pfft, Screw you, old man.” Kylin jabbed as she pulled the bottles out of the box and pushed them into the icy cooler. He gasped in mock offense and let out a fake whine.
“Hurt my heart, baby doll. Don’t be mean.” His voice was gruff, but there was a playfulness as he spoke that gave her butterflies.
“Awh, is Jeffrey Dean Morgan insecure?” She taunted confidently.
“Respect your elders.” He growled lightly before changing the subject, “What are you doing for Christmas?”
“Family dinner at the parents. Jay and Danni are bringing the twinsies!”
“New Years?” He tried again.
“Nothing besides me and Netflix,” She replied as she tossed the empty box in the nearby garbage, “Why, what’s up?”
“Come to New York”
Kylin’s eyes widened and she almost dropped the bottle in her hand, “What?”
“Come to New York,” He repeated, a nervousness about him, “Please?”
“Uhh…” She started, but trailed off trying to gather her wits.
‘What the actual fuck is this?’ She thought, dumbfounded. Sure, she had naturally developed a crush on him. He put forth the effort of contacting her every day, said sweet things and they had constantly flirted with each other. The attraction was impossible to deny.
And of course, he was Jeffrey Dean Motherfucking Morgan.
Kylin had it in her mind, though, that even with all of that, it was just a friendship. Nothing more than the occasional flirt with someone who he’d seen in a dark place and wanted to make feel better. Surely he had better things to do on New Years than hang out with his friend’s baby sister.
“Come on,” He said after a few moments of silence.
“Why?” She asked, setting the bottle down on the counter and gripping her phone tight.
“What do you mean, why? I haven’t seen you in months.” He sounded slightly offended.
“So?” She was in disbelief.
“‘So’?” Jeffrey repeated with a sarcastic tone, clearly irritated, “Really? Okay, I guess. Sorry for asking. I just wanted to see you. Never mind, I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Jeff, wait,” She said quickly, hoping he wouldn’t hang up. The phone didn’t cut out, but there was still silence on the other end, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I meant it as more of a ‘Why would you want to see me for New Years’” Her heart raced in her chest.
“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?” Jeff inquired, his voice lighter, but still slightly on edge.
She hadn’t even realized that the club had opened until one of her regulars, Tom, took his spot at the end of her bar. He held up his finger for a beer and she gave him a nod, turning to dig one out of the bottom of the cooler.
“Hold on just a sec, Jeff.” She said quickly and pulled the phone away from her face before glaring at Tom, “It’s $3.75 tonight, douchebag. Don’t be fuckin’ cheap.” She pointed at the older man as she saw him pull out a lonely five dollar bill from his wallet. He flipped her off with a roll of his eyes and replaced it with a ten.
“That’s more like it,” She said before she lifted the phone back to her ear, “Sorry, cheap ass old man. And maybe because there are a thousand other things and people and women you’d want to ring in the new year with than little ol’ me?”
Jeffrey let out a bark of a laugh, and the tension lifted.
“How would I even get there?” Kylin asked as she stepped away from Tom to the other end of the bar.
“On a plan, duh.” He said. He made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.
“You do realize that tickets from Texas to New York are like a grand, right? I just now got caught up on my light bill, Mr. Movie Star.” She replied with a scratch to the back of her head.
“Good thing you know a movie star then, huh, baby doll?” He said, once again like it was that obvious.
“I can’t allow you to do that, babe.” She protested.
“No one allows me to do anything, dear.” He said, his voice a low gruff that made her heart race again. She sighed in defeat.
“Fine, I guess I can’t say no, huh?” She asked while she rolled her eyes.
“I mean, you can, but I’d much rather you didn’t. I don’t want to have to beg.” Jeff replied with a wolfish tone.
“I guess send me the details, then.” she sighed as three more customers approached her bar, “I’ve got to go. Gotta work.”
“Rob ‘em blind, baby girl.” He chuckled.
“Always do.”
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Christmas dinner was a success, but the drama came afterwards. As Kylin and her mom finished putting the leftovers away while Danni and the kids were playing in the living room with the rest of the family, Jensen strolled into the kitchen with her phone in his hand.
“Something you wanna tell me, Ky?” He scowled, scrolling through what appeared to be her messages. She instantly stopped what she was doing and rushed him. She leapt into the air to grab her phone that he had raised above his head.
“Give me my fucking phone, Jens. I’m not playing.” She seethed as she attempted to grab the device.
“YOu’re going to fucking New York with him?!” Jensen shouted, his voice booming through the vaulted ceiling.
“Jensen Ross!” Their mother scolded as she hit him with a dishtowel, “Give your sister her phone back, now!”
“Who’s him?” Mackenzie and Josh questioned together as they appeared in the room with their pie plates in hand.
All of her family members were staring at her in anticipation.
“One of mine and Jay’s friends, that’s all!” She answered with a huff, turning towards Jensen, “Mind your fucking business, dude!”
“It’s fucking Jeffrey, of course it’s a big deal, Kylin!” Jensen retorted hotly, his face scrunched up in annoyance.
“He’s uh, a little older than you, don’t you think, sis?” Their dad offered. He cleared his throat and gave her a look of concern.
“We’re just friends, guys. We talk, so what? I’ve seen him once in six months. It’s not like we’ve even gone on a date!” Kylin replied.
“She’s a grown woman, Jens. She can make her own decisions,” said her mom as she tried to defend her daughter.
“Yeah, well, the last decision she made towards a man got her ass beat and I almost had to murder someone.” Jensen seethed as he pointed at Kylin with a glare.
Everyone in the room either gasped, or went completely silent. Her parents jerked their heads around to face her, and Josh’s mouth dropped open. Tears immediately spilled from Kylin’s eyes at the sound of her brother’s betrayal. She had made him, and everyone else, promise to never tell them about the bullshit with Anthony.
“Fuck you, Jensen. Seriously. Fuck. You.” She roared as she stalked forward. She poked him in the chest with her finger, “I’m going to see Jeff for New Years, and I’m going to have a good time, and guess what, brother? There’s nothing you can do about it.”
She shoved passed him and walked out of the house.
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She had been running around like crazy all night when she heard her name called over the loud speakers to report to the DJ booth. With a roll of her eyes she put the case of wine down on the cooler and motioned for the barback to take over for her. As she made her way across the club, she felt the sensation of being watched. When she finally made it through the crowd of people, she saw why.
Jeffrey stood there, leaned against the booth. His eyes smoldered as a grin appeared on his face. He ran his tongue over his teeth and pushed himself off the wall, holding his arms open wide.
“What are you doing here?” Kylin gasped, wrapping her arms around his waist as he enveloped her in a tight embrace.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He laughed, kissing her forehead while he squeezed her.
Kylin pulled away and smirked at him, suspicion in her eyes. She led across the club and back to her bar and got him a beer as he found a spot. She also poured him a hefty shot of whiskey, and clinked her glass with his.
“So… spill,” She said, eyes narrowed.
“Jensen called me.” He started with a deep sigh. Kyin groaned and rolled her eyes while she reached for the bottle again.
“So what? You’re here to tell me nevermind?” She asked as she poured another round of shots.
“Ha,” Jeffrey barked. He ran his hand over his beard and shook his head, “More like make sure you’d still be at the airport tomorrow.”
The two toasted again and Kylin ran her finger along the rim of the glass in front of her, “Really?”
“Really,” Jeff assured before he took a sip from his beer.
“Where you staying tonight?” Kylin inquired a bit later as she was starting to get ready to close down the bar.
“Was gonna get a room. Came straight here from the airport.” Jeffrey replied as he scrolled through his phone.
“That’s dumb, just stay with me.” Kylin shrugged as she wiped down the bar.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and licked his lips as he let his eyes roam her.
She smacked him with the towel in her hand, “On the couch, Casanova.”
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The next morning, Kylin woke up and ventured into the living room to find Jeff still asleep , his back nuzzled into the back of the couch. She smirked at the sound of his soft snores before she made her way into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast.
She was bent over as she dug through her refrigerator when his husky drawl came from behind her, “Well, I could get used to that view first thing in the morning.”
Her head instantly shot up and knocked itself against the opening of the door, “Ah, motherfucker, warn someone.”
She rubbed the top of her head as she turned around to face Jeffrey, who was leaning against her counter with a grin, “Sorry, darlin’. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Mhm, I’m sure,” She replied, flicking him on the shoulder, “I made coffee, it should almost be done. You hungry?”
“I could eat,” He answered as he opened a cabinet to look for a mug, “You makin’ pancakes?”
She gave him a smirk before getting to work.
“God damn, girl, you ate as much as me!” Jeff said as he sat back in the chair and rubbed his belly.
“My soul is a spokesperson for gastric bypass.” She deadpanned before standing up to clear the table. His face was eye level with her chest as she reached across to get his plate, and his eyes gravitated to that area while he licked his lips. Kylin could almost swear she heard something similar to a low growl come from his throat. She quickly took the plate from his hand and turned around for the kitchen before the red in her cheeks darkened.
“Flights at 3:30, are you packed?” Jeff asked when he joined her a moment later at the sink.
“Errr, not entirely?” She definitely hadn’t even started.
Jeff chucked, and his head shook. Kylin poured herself another cup of coffee and grabbed her cigarettes. She wandered over to the balcony door, Jeffrey following behind her.
“So what did Jens say when you talked to him?” Kylin questioned as they leaned over the balcony railing, smokes in hands.
“He basically told me he was going to kill me if anything happens,” Jeffrey answered, blowing smoke out of his lungs, “You’re brother’s something else.”
Kylin huffed a knowing laugh and nodded her head, “Yeah, I know. He’s stupid. He ruined Christmas with his bullshit.”
“You know he means well, girl.” Jeffrey said, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, well,” Kylin started before she took another pull from the cigarette and exhaled, “He could show it a little better.”
“If I had a little sister and she was hanging out with a guy like me, I’d prolly kill ‘em both.” Jeffrey joked, and a grin spread across his face.
“I don’t need someone looking after me like I’m a fuckin’ child.” Kylin replied with a sigh.
“You know, girl, I worry about you sometimes.” He said before he took a sip of his coffee.
“Why’s that?” She asked in reply.
Jeffrey took another drag from his cigarette, and seemed to be gathering his words, “You’ve changed since I first met you. You’re.. rougher, I guess, for lack of a better word.”
“Getting over getting the shit beat out of you almost every day will do that to you,” Kylin replied, her eyes narrowed with the memories.
He shifted over to where he was facing her, and he reached out his free hand for hers, “I don’t mean it in a bad way. You’re not taking any shit, which is a good thing. I can dig it.”
She accepted what he said for a second while she took the last drag from the smoke. She tossed it into the street below and started, “He beat the fuck out of me. All the time. He controlled what I did, what I wore, who I talked to. I wasn’t even allowed to talk to Kenzie for almost a year because she popped off at him one day for calling me a cunt in front of her.”
He pondered on the information for a moment before replying, “I don't get guys like that. It’s stupid. If you were my woman, you’d be treated like the god damned queen you are.”
They stared at each other for another moment without saying anything. She was slightly dumbfounded by his words, and the reaction they caused in her chest. He tossed his own smoke and pulled her close to him, his fingers rubbing circles on her back. She closed her eyes and wrapped his arms around him with a deep breath.
“You need to shower,” She said, her face scrunched. He laughed and playfully pushed her away from him.
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They were walking through the airport on the way to the baggage claim when a small swarm of paparazzi surrounded them.
“Mr. Morgan! Jeffrey! Jeffrey! What are you in town for? What are your plans for New Years?” was yelled as cameras flashed rapidly.
“Good luck with that,” Kylin laughed and ducked out from under the arm he had had around her. She headed towards the rotating belt to retrieve her bags. Jeffrey could deal with his adoring public on his own, the last thing she needed was for this little trip to turn into a media shit storm.
But of course, she couldn’t be that lucky.
“Aren’t you Jensen Ackles’ sister?” Someone asked as she reached for her duffel as it finally appeared. The young lady stepped up beside her with her phone in her hand and a notepad opened.
“Err, yes?” She said as she threw the strap across her shoulder and looked around for Jeff.
“And you’re here in New York with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, correct?” The reporter asked, pushing her glasses further up on her nose and looking at Kylin expectedly.
Not knowing where to go with this, she looked over to Jeff, who was still being harassed by his own gathering. She turned her attention back to the woman and smiled, “It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?”
“Is it true that you two are dating, then?” She typed on her phone as she spoke.
“Ha,” Kylin laughed nervously, “No. Jeff is a very good friend of mine.”
The reporter looked up to her and smiled brightly, gleam in her eye as she cocked an eyebrow, “Well, that’s not what he insinuated.
Kylin’s mouth dropped open for a second before she slammed it closed. She whipped her head around and narrowed her eyes at Jeffrey as he approached her before turning back to the other woman, “Well, then it would seem as though my friend has a date for New years.”
“I do have a date,” His asphalt voice came from behind Kylin as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her body ticked at the touch and she shifted another glare towards him. He tipped his head to the side towards Kylin as he smiled playfully and continued, “With this beautiful lady right here. Now, if you don’t mind, we really must be off.”
He pulled her by the hand through the crowd of people and outside to the car. His assistant was waiting on them, ready to help Kylin throw her bag into the trunk with the ones he had already retrieved for Jeff.
“That’s going to be on the internet in like an hour, you know that, right?” Kylin sighed as they crawled into the backseat.
“It’ll be alright, I promise.” Jeff chuckled as they headed off towards their destination.
“Jensen’s gonna wanna kill us both,” she whined, “I don’t wanna deal with that.”
“He’ll be alright too.” He replied with a grin. His hand reached across the seat and grasped hers.
“So, tomorrow’s a date?” Kylin asked as she looked at their conjoined fingers. Jeffrey rubbed his thumb across hers.
“That was kinda the plan, you could say,” He replied, giving her hand a squeeze.
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Sure enough, the moment her bags touched the floor of Jeffrey’s apartment, Kylin’s phone started ringing, her brother’s stupid face on display.
“Fucking Hell,” She groaned, rolling her eyes as she hit accept, “Yes, brother?”
“Having fun?” Jensen’s tone was sarcastic and his words were venomous.
“Fuck you, dude.” Kylin looked to Jeff as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “What do you want?”
“Are you with him right now?”
“Yes,” She answered. Her eyes never left Jeffrey as he came over to retrieve her larger bags. She watched as he took them down the hall to another room. She was glad he took the moment to give her some privacy, “is that a problem?”
“Probably all cuddled up in bed right now, uh?” Jensen spit, “You know what those pictures are gonna do? To me?! ‘Next on TMZ, Jensen Ackles’ sister is fucking his on screen DAD!’ Jesus fucking Christ, Ky!”
“Fuck you, Jens!” She shouted, anger surging through her. Jeff came back from the hallway and stood in front of her with his arms crossed as she continued, “Don’t try to make this about you.”
“Shut the fuck up. You started this bull shit.”
“Okay, Anthony,” Kylin growled. She hated using that choice in name, but it’s exactly who he was acting like, “Anything else you’d like to punch me with?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jensen cursed back, his voice equally dangerous, “Don’t you dare compare me to him.”
“Then don’t fucking talk to me like he did.” She seethed.
Jeffrey had had enough. He jerked the phone out of Kylin’s hand and to his ear, “Watch your fucking tone, boy.”
Kylin instantly went to get the phone back from him, but he turned his body away from her. He held a finger up while he made his way back down the hall, ignoring her completely as he listened to Jensen rant on the other end of the line. With a huff, she grabbed her purse from where Jeff had stored it on the counter and dug out her cigarettes. She wandered to the balcony doors and opened them to let herself outside. She could hear the muffled yelling occurring from what she assumed was the bedroom window. She lit her smoke as she sat on one of the lounge chairs and closed her eyes. What the actual hell was she doing there? Obviously she was attracted to Jeff, who wasn’t? She could tell he was at least somewhat interested in her. She didn’t believe anyone could just fly someone across the country for a date that didn’t mean anything, or at least she hoped not. She shook that idea out of her head and took another drag. Jeffrey had been the first man that she had felt comfortable enough with to let touch her since Anthony. Even John at the club knew better than to try to get into her personal space too often.
Jeffrey was always respectful, even with his flirting. She dealt with vulgar men all night long at her job, and she could put up with it, but Jeffrey’s flirting and teasing always actually made her have a tingling reaction. Jensen’s biggest issue, though, seemed to be the age difference. Sure, he was older, but age hadn’t ever really been a factor with them, and she was well past grown. Kylin knew he had dated younger women in the past, and it wasn’t like he would be the first time she dated someone older, either. Hell, her and Rob had attempted a whole thing before Anthony, when she was only twenty one and dumb as shit. They had realized that it was better for them to be friends, and had been closer than ever since. Jensen had never made a big deal out of it like he was now, and he had even caught her and Rob fucking more than once.
She grunted in irritation at her brother. She didn’t even know what this thing with Jeffrey was yet. She didn’t even know if she was ready to know. It was comfortable, and that’s what she felt like she needed.
Kylin was shaken from her thoughts when Jeff opened the balcony door, her phone still pressed to his ear, but a smile on his face.
“Alright buddy. I will… Yeah, here she is.” He helped the phone out to her and closed his eyes with a chuckle that made his shoulders jump, “He wants to talk to you.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him suspiciously and reached for the device.
“You haven’t even kissed him yet?” Jensen’s high pitched laughter hit her eardrum. She winced and rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. She instantly glared at Jeffrey, who still stood there shaking his head while he held in his laughter.
“I hate you.” She deadpanned.
“Keep it that way, sister.” He replied.
“Fuck you, I do what I want.” She responded as she took the last drag from her cigarette and snubbed it into a nearby tray, “Is this your way of apologizing?”
“As close as you’re gonna get, for now.” He answered.
“Un-fucking-believable, Jay.” Kylin scoffed.
Jeffrey had lit a cigarette of his own and sat down on the chair beside hers. He was looking at the sky, but she knew he was listening.
“Look, okay, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a douche to you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Jensen started again, his voice cracking slightly, “I just… I almost put a bullet in that mother fucker’s head. I would have…”
He trailed off for a moment to gather himself before continuing, “I don’t want to see that pain in your eyes again. I know Jeffrey wouldn’t put his hands on you, but I still worry, okay?”
“I know Jay,” Kylin replied quietly with a sigh, “But I’m okay, really. I feel better than I have in a long time. Jeff’s helping.”
She turned her gaze to Jeff’s face. He was looking at her with a hopeful smile. He reached out and grasped her thigh with his large hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Okay,” Jensen said with a sniffle, “Just be careful, sissy.”
“If it’s careful, it’s boring, bubs. You know that.” Kylin replied with a giggle.
Jensen gave a bark of a laugh in response, the tension lifted, “Love you, brat.”
“Love you, too, Jens.”
She pressed the end button as Jeffrey stood and reached for her hand. He pulled her into his arms, his long limbs encircling her as he nuzzled his head into the top of her head. They stood there for a few moments as he swayed them back and forth, a light hum emanating from his chest.
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The next morning, she woke up in Jeffrey’s guest bedroom. It was big, with maroon colored walls and a black bed frame with white sheets. The mattress was the most comfortable thing in the words, almost better than her favorite guest bed at Jensen’s. She stretched as she pried herself from the downy sheets and duvet and made her way to the bathroom.
After brushing her teeth, she wandered through the hallway to find Jeff still asleep in his own room. He was on his back with one arm thrown over his head while the other rested on his chest. His mouth was parted, a soft snore making Kylin smile. Boldly, and without much thought, she slipped under the sheets and curled herself into his side, her head leaned against his chest. A deep hum came from his chest and he swung the arm from above him down to her side, wrapping her up in his arms. He adjusted her to a more comfortable position, giving her a squeeze of satisfaction.
“I could really get used to this, darlin. Don’t spoil me now.” He grinned, his eyes still closed. His voice was rough, and Kylin bit her lip at the internal reaction of her body.
She rubbed her hand against his bare back and nuzzled her nose into the base of his throat before giving him a small kiss there. There was an almost involuntary action from him, it seemed, as his hips jerked towards her. His hard-on left little to the imagination as it pushed against the thin layers of cotton between them and made contact with her clit, sending white spots to Kylin’s vision. She moaned lightly, which earned her a grunt from Jeffrey. His hips shifted again, and he rolled on top of her, his arms hoisting him up on either side of her head. He stared at her intently, and a low growl left his lips before he dipped his head down to nip at the soft gauge in her ear before intentionally digging his hips into hers once more. She whimpered at the pressure, her head thrown back. Jeffrey pressed his forehead to hers and drew in a deep breath, then suddenly rolled off of her. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaving Kylin a panting mess behind him.
“You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He said with head in his hands.
“Not if you don’t kill me first, Mr. J” Kylin replied, sitting up as she worked to catch her breath.
Jeffrey chuckled when he finally stood, and walked around to the other side closest to Ky. He held his hand out for her to take, and he pulled her up onto her knees on the mattress in front of him. He cupped her face in his hands for a moment before he drug them through her hair to the base of her neck. She closed her eyes as he stared at her, and enjoyed the feel of his fingertips that ran through her scalp. He pulled her face to his and kissed her forehead again as her own hands found his waist. Her fingers twitched with his tenderness, and her grip tightened before he pulled away from her.
Jeffrey let out a deep breath and stepped back, pulling her with him out of the bed and into the kitchen. They found something to eat for breakfast and started coffee as Kylin started questioning him about their plans for the evening.
Jeffrey was being cryptic, and a knowing smirk played across his face as he continued to give her non-answers no matter what she asked, “It’s New Years in NYC, babe, what do you think we’re going to be doing?”
“Well, obviously watching the ball drop but what I mean is where? With whom? What do I wear? I need details, Jeff!” She threw her hands up in exasperation and hopped from the stool she had been perched on. She found her pack of cigarettes empty, and groaned before turning to Jeff. She remembered that she had seen him put his pack in the pocket of his sweatpants, so she made her way back over to him, a hint of a sway to her hips as she approached. She reached for his hands and pulled him from his seat, making him stand before her. She craned her head to look up at him as she leaned into his body, her lip caught in her teeth. His eyes smoldered into hers as goosebumps formed on his arms, and she jerked his hips towards hers before slipping her hand into his pocket. She stepped away with a beaming smile, his pack of smokes in her hand, “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”
You’re going to get it one of these days, little girl.” He growled half heartedly, following her outside with a grin.
“That’s kinda my goal,” She giggled in reply. She sat down and lit a smoke before she threw the pack and lighter towards him on the chair. He gave her a smirk in reply, and they stared at each other for a moment before Kylin broke the tension to continue her interrogation.
“Just wear something nice, sweetheart. I wanna show you off a bit tonight.”
