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Now that was certain.
Like this was any other day, hanging out with Titus in his pimped-out space, Jinx set aside her drink, dug in her bag, pulled out a nail file and started filing her nails.
This reminded me to ask, “How’s your accountant?”
Jinx stopped filing her nails and shot a sour face at me.
I wasn’t sure how to take that, but I wasn’t a fan.
Neither was Luna, because she asked, “Has he stopped seeing you?”
Jinx rolled her eyes.
I smiled.
He hadn’t stopped seeing her.
“What’s this?” Titus asked.
“Jinx has a client who brings her flowers,” Luna spilled.
Jinx turned her sour face to Luna.
“What’s this, baby?” Titus repeated on a murmur.
“It’s nothing, Titus,” Jinx said. “It just makes him feel better about fucking a whore.”
Titus’s lips thinned before he admonished, “You know my rule about runnin’ yourself down in my space, girl.”
Jinx shut her mouth but gave us the stink eye.
“You girls met this guy?” Titus asked us.
“Met? No,” Jessie answered. “But we’ve seen him and he’s cute. They wave at each other when he leaves.”
Now Jinx was giving the homicidal eye to Jessie.
“You bein’ courted, Jinx?” Titus asked.
“It’s not that,” Jinx lied.
“It is. It’s—” Raye started.
“Leave it,” Titus ordered quietly. “She’ll clue in. And if she doesn’t, she’ll pay the price.”
Wise words.
At this juncture, Shanti queried, “Um…is anyone still reeling about how badass all of that was?”
Oh yeah.
We all were.
“I’m reeling about how I’m going to manage sustaining still being mad at Cap, which he deserves, at the same time jumping his bones and fucking him stupid, which he also deserves, because that was all kinds of hot,” Raye replied.
She was so right.
“It’s big,” Willow said.