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Feels Like Flying (Feels Like Falling #2)(3)
Author: J. S. Cooper

“Are you friggin’ joking?” I stared into his eyes and that’s when I realized he was telling the truth. “Oh my gosh, you used to try and do the moonwalk?” I couldn’t even imagine it. “Can you do it? You have to show me. Show me now.” I giggled, picturing hunky Jackson dancing.

“I’m not showing you anything,” he shook his head. “I’m much older and much wiser. I can’t dance, and I definitely cannot dance like Michael Jackson.”

“But why not? I know you’re bad.” I winked at him.

“What?” And then it clicked that I was referring to the song “Bad.” “Ha ha, Rosie. Very funny. Very smart.”

“You know, I try my best.”

“So you really want a Guinness?”

“Yeah, I want a Guinness.”

“Okay.” He turned to the bartender, who was waiting impatiently. “Two Guinnesses, please.”

“Anything else?”

“That’s it.” He looked back at me and smiled. “Unless you’re hungry?”

“It’s 10:30. I’m okay. Thanks, though.”

“Okay.” He got the two Guinnesses, paid, and then we looked around for somewhere to sit.

“It’s crowded tonight,” I shook my head. “I guess we’ll stand?”

“No, I’ll get us a seat.” He looked around and spied a booth in the corner that was packed with about five different guys. “Come on.”

“But they’re not just going to give us their seats.”

“Come,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” I followed behind him, hoping that he wasn’t going to beat up the guys in the booth. I mean, what he’d done to the old guy who’d pinched me on the ass, that was cool. But it wouldn’t be cool if he beat up these randos just to get us a booth.

“Hey, guys,” he said as we stopped at the table.

“What’s up?” a tall Asian guy replied.

“How much for me to get this booth?”

“What?” His friend looked up then as well. The bottle in his hand was tilted so far to the side that I was sure the beer would end up on his lap. “What did you say?” His pupils were super dilated and I was pretty sure that he was higher than a kite.

“I said, how much for me to get this booth?”

“You’re going to pay us for this booth?” the Asian guy responded looking at his friend incredulously.

“Yeah. So how much will it take?”

“I don’t know.” He looked at his friends again as none of them could believe Jackson’s offer. “How much are you willing to give us?”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yeah, right,” the high guy said. “As if I’d give up my comfy seat for a twenty.”

“How about a hundred bucks, and I’ll buy your next round of drinks?”

They all looked at each other and grinned. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

And before I knew what was happening, they had all gotten up and left the booth. Jackson opened his wallet and gave them a $100 bill and then a $50.

“This fifty should cover the drinks. And if it doesn’t, that’s on you.”

“Okay, man. Whatevs,” the Asian guy said.

They walked away, and then Jackson and I slid into the booth.

“I cannot believe that you just paid $150 for us to sit here. That’s crazy.” How did he have that kind of money to waste on something so stupid? “We could have stood, you know? I didn’t need to sit that badly.”

“It’s late. You’re tired. We just had sex. I’m not going to have you standing in a crowded bar. Besides, I don’t want to have to beat up anyone else tonight to get them to keep their hands off of you. If anyone’s going to be touching you, it’s going to be me.” Under the table, his hand fell to my knee and he squeezed.

“Jackson.”

“Yes, Rosie.” He smiled, then took a sip of his Guinness and made a face. “This tastes like shit.”

I laughed. “You don’t like Guinness?”

“No.”

“Then why did you get one?”

“Because you got one.”

“You didn’t have to get what I was going to get.”

“Yeah, I did.”

I wasn’t sure why he said that or why he thought that, but that wasn’t a question that needed answering right now. “So … Jackson?”

“Yes, Rosie?”

“I need you to tell me how you know who I am. And I need you to be honest, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear the truth?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“So Rosie....”

“Yes, Jackson.”

“I know who you are because...” he paused for dramatic effect and I wanted to scream.

“Yes, Jackson?” Be patient, Rosie.

He took a deep sigh and ran his hand through his hair, and for the first time, I saw what looked like trepidation in his eyes. My heart started racing. What was he about to tell me? I was scared, more nervous than I’d been in a long time.

“Please, Jackson. Just tell me.”

“I know who you are, Rosie, because your mom came to visit me two weeks ago.”

“What?” my jaw dropped. This was the last thing I’d expected to hear.

“Your mother came to visit me two weeks ago and she offered to pay me a lot of money to walk away from our little arrangement.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

I stared at Jackson, not quite believing what he just said to me. I could feel the blood draining from my face. I bet if I could see my reflection, I’d look like Casper the ghost.

“My mother came to see you? My mother?” I pointed at him and then at myself. I could hear the disbelief in my voice. “You’re joking, right? There’s no way.”

“Um, she said she was your mother.” He shrugged. “I have no reason not to believe her. She looked like you, though not as beautiful.”

I ignored his last comment, determined not to let him butter me up. “Why did my mom come and see you?”

“She wanted to know how I knew you. She wanted to know my intentions towards you.” His eyes darkened and his tone seemed off. I studied his face. What else had my mom said?

“But how did she even know I knew you? Wait, do you think my mom is the one who’s been having me followed? Do you think—”

“I don’t think she’s the one that’s been having you followed, no.” He shook his head.

“How can you know that? How can you be so sure of that? I mean, how did she know about—?”

“Rosie, your mom came to see me and she offered me $100,000.”

“What?” I interrupted him. “What are you talking about? She offered you $100,000 for what?” Is that why he had so much money?

“To never see you again.” He blinked and looked away for a few seconds.

“What? Did she tell you how she knew we knew each other?”

“Did you take a photo of us?” he asked in a low voice, a soft smile on his face. My heart beat erratically as I gazed at him. It should be illegal to be that sexy.

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