I sit back down in my seat. “Beth, I know it’s you. I’ve known you my whole life, so it’s safe to say I recognize your voice on the phone.”
She laughs. “Fair enough. Anyway, I’m just calling to let you know I’ve sent a tourist up your way.”
“Ah, great thanks. You’re good to me.”
“I know I am. Too good. And Jordan, the tourist is a girl. And she’s pretty, real pretty. So just try to keep it in your pants, okay? Your dad needs the business, and screwing the guests, then screwing them over, just doesn’t bode well with that.”
“Jesus, Beth! One time. One f**kin’ time it happened! And she never told me she was married.”
“One!” She laughs. “Angry husband’s aside, I can count off the top of my head at least ten women you’ve had hissing at you this past year, and it’s only July.”
“Ten? Come on that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”
She laughs, once. “I was being kind with that figure.”
I do quick math in my head.
Okay, maybe she’s right.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “I’m actually a little insulted you think women leave here with not one good word to say after a ride from Jordan Matthews.”
“Don’t talk about yourself in the third person, it freaks me out when you do that. And yes, once you stick your dick in a woman it doesn’t end in a song of happiness. You’re awesome at the wooing. Just not the ending.”
“I don’t woo. We’re not in the nineteenth century. I f**k. And I’m awesome at it. Hence why women keep coming back for more. And can you stop talking about my dick? You’re actually starting to turn me on, and that’s freaking me out.”
“Ugh, god! Okay, we’ll end the conversation here. Just leave the pretty tourist alone.”
“You seem overly pushy on this one. Are you warning me off for another reason? Maybe because you want her for yourself?”
“Jordan Matthews!” she scolds, making me laugh. “One, she’s not into girls. I could tell. And two, she’s too pretty if you know what I mean.”
“No. I really don’t,” I deadpan. “There’s no such thing as too pretty.”
“Yes, there is. There’s the kind of pretty that comes with a warning label. This girl is trouble. Look, I have to go. The diner’s busy, and Mom is shooting me daggers from up front. Just be good, for me. And if not for me, your dad. He could really do without the hassle after everything that’s happened.”
My back stiffens.
Her stark reminder is like a sharp slap in the face. Probably one I needed.
“You’re not saying anything … did I overstep the mark?” she says softly.
“No.” I sigh. “You said what I needed to hear. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I’m only looking out for you because I love you, you know that.”
“I know. And you’re the only woman who can say that to me without sending me running.”
“That’s because I haven’t slept with you.”
“And that is because you, Beth Turner, are one smart girl.”
“Yeah. That, and the fact I’m a lesbian.”
I chuckle. “Well, yeah. That too.”
***
Fifteen minutes later, I hear a car pulling up the drive. It’ll be the hot tourist.
I’m going to show Beth that I’m completely capable of keeping myself in check around a pretty girl.
I am not ruled by my dick.
And anyway, just because Beth thinks she’s pretty doesn’t mean I will.
She could be f**k ugly. Or at the very least, a butter face.
Nah. Who am I kidding? If Beth thinks she’s pretty, then I definitely will. We have the same taste in women.
A few minutes later, I hear the bell ring on the main door.
Showtime.
I haul my ass out of the chair and start to make my way upstairs. As I’m climbing, I hear her voice call out.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
“Jeez, give me a minute,” I mutter.
I take the rest of the stairs two at a time, quickly moving through the office, out to the reception desk, and…
Fuck me.
Fucking. Fuck. Fuck.
The hottest chick I have ever seen in my life is standing before me.
The.
Hottest.
Ever.
Beth calling her pretty was an understatement. A massive understatement.
She’s stunning.
And I’m so completely screwed.
It’s weird though because I usually go for tall girls. I like long legs, but this girl is tiny. I’d give her five-three max. At six-two, I’m almost a whole foot taller than her. And her tits are smaller than I usually prefer.
Her hair is blonde and short. Pixie cut. She kind of looks like Tinker Bell. I usually dig long hair on chicks; something to wrap my hand around while I f**k them.
But this girl, who is pretty much the opposite of everything I usually go for, has made my dick as hard as stone just by looking at her.
Never. Happened. Before.
I usually need them to be naked, or to at least have a little hands on action first.
She’s like the world’s best visual hand job.
Seriously, I think if she just lays a finger on me I’ll jizz my pants, and that hasn’t happened since seventh grade when I was with Katie Harris in the sports closet. Two tugs and I was done. Not one of my finer moments, but in my defense, Katie was the first girl to touch my cock.