Chapter 3
“Oh Jackson! Oh, my god, Jackson! Yes, yes, yes!”
The busty redhead he’d run into walking her dog on the street was bouncing enthusiastically on top of Jackson, her hands up in her hair in a way that struck him as comical. It was almost like she was putting on a show of what she thought of how a woman was supposed to act like when she was getting her brains screwed out.
It was almost like a joke with a punchline only he could hear, and when he thought about it that way he had a moment when he was sure he wasn’t going to be able to keep from busting out laughing. He wanted to laugh, probably would later, but he wanted more not to cause a scene. Besides, he had been the one to lure her into this scenario in the first place. Not because he had really wanted to, because he hadn’t.
