The Job (32 page)

I
just smile and pull her in for a hug.

“I
think you’re in for a pretty awesome surprise,” I tell her.

She
takes a minute and dries her eyes before we go back out of the room and down
the stairs.

“Dad?”
she calls.

“In
the kitchen!” he answers.

We
go into the kitchen and Harold is standing over a pan of bacon.

“You
kids hungry?” he asks.

Not
wanting another elbow thrown at me for causes that I’ll never understand, I
just stay quiet.

“Dad,
have you seen my boxes—the ones that were in the closet?” she asks.

“They’re
not up there?” he asks.

“No,
Dad,” she says, “they’re not up there.”

“Huh,”
he says and turns off the burner on the stove. “Did you check under the bed?”
he asks.

“They
wouldn’t fit under the bed,” she answers. “There were at least three boxes,
overflowing with stuff.”

“Well,
let’s go take a look,” he says and leads the way back up the stairs.

We
follow him up, but of course the boxes haven’t magically appeared in the
closet.

“Huh,”
he says. “Maybe they ended up in the storage room.”

With
that, we follow him back down the stairs and into the garage or, as he called
it, the “storage room.”

The
place is packed with stack after stack of boxes and loose items. I stand in the
doorway so as not to break anything, but Harold walks through the space
effortlessly, his muscle memory knowing well how to navigate the mess.

“Do
you see them anywhere?” he asks.

“No,”
Jessica says, following closely her father’s footsteps and looking over every
box in the garage.

“Well,”
he says, “I don’t know what to tell you. I guess we must have thrown it out.
Hey Eric, this is your first time here and we haven’t given you the tour yet.
What do you say we—”

“We’re
going, Dad,” Jessica says, trying to contain her hurt and frustration.

I’d
love to just tell her now, but her dad shakes his head as the empathy comes
over my face.

“What
do you say, Eric?” he asks.

“Sure,”
I tell him.

“Well,
you’ve already seen Jessica’s room, although I’m sure this isn’t the first time
you’d be able to say that, huh?” he asks.

Yeah,
I’m not stupid enough to answer that question.

“I
would show you the room me and her mother share, but frankly I don’t know you
that well,” he continues.

As
endearing as this surprise is sure to be, I can’t help thinking that Jessica’s
family is pretty all-around strange.

“Let
me show you the basement,” he says.

“No
Dad,” Jessica protests. “You’re not dragging us down there. The place smells
like feet.”

“I
cleaned,” he says. “Well, it’s been a while, but the smell’s gone anyway. Come
on,” he continues.

Reluctantly,
Jessica comes up to me and I take her hand as we follow her father back through
the house and down the stairs.

The
basement is unfinished and either it has no windows or they’re so deftly
covered that no light comes into the space.

“Sorry,”
Harold says, “the light switch hasn’t really worked all that well down here for
a while.”

The
thought occurs to me that what he told me over the phone could just have been a
ploy so he could get me into his dungeon and do god-knows-what to me for dating
his daughter.

“You’re
not scared of the dark, are you, Eric?” he asks.

“Nope,”
I answer and Harold takes Jessica’s hand, leading us as a chain through the
nearly pitch black basement.

“Your
hands are sweating,” Jessica whispers back toward me. “Don’t worry. He’s
probably not going to try to kill you.”

“You
know,” I say, feeling a lump in my throat grow as I am now walking blind,
“maybe we
should
go. It is starting
to get a little bit late, and I’ve got a new business strategy to implement
tomorrow, and I’ve got to talk to—”

“Oh,
nonsense,” Harold says. “We’re almost there.”

After
another ten, slow feet, we come to a stop and, in front of me, I can hear a
doorknob turning and a door being opened.

Do
I really think that Harold brought me down here to torture or threaten me? Of
course not. At the same time, I
am
starting to get the impression he wouldn’t feel too bad if I were to trip and
injure myself.

I
really have no idea how to take this guy.

“All
right,” he says. “Jessica, you stand here.”

She
lets go of my hand, and I can hear the shuffled sound of him positioning her in
the middle of the room.

“Eric,”
he says, “well, it doesn’t really matter.”

With
that, he flips on the light, blinding all of us for an instant.

“What
do you think?” Harold asks.

My
eyes adjust to find what he told me about over the phone.

The
room is filled with trophies and framed certificates, all on shelves or in
glass cases.

“Oh
my god,” Jessica breathes.

“Hey,
looks like I found your stuff,” Harold says in an overly affected voice.

“When
did you do this?” Jessica asks, “How?”

“Well,
it took me a while to build the shelves and the glass cases, well, we had to
buy those, but it was your mother that set everything else up,” he answers.

Hearing
Jessica describe the sheer volume of her various awards and recognitions, I had
no idea it was this extensive.

“These
are all yours?” I ask.

“No,”
Harold says. “The other wall over here is Kristin’s. Now, if you’re going to
want to pack up all this stuff, I can grab some boxes, but—”

“That’s
okay,” Jessica says. “I can’t believe the two of you did this.”

“She
was always proud of you,” her father tells her. “I know she doesn’t always know
how to show that, but you and your sister mean the world to her. We’re both
proud of you. You can take whatever you want, but as for me,” he says, checking
his watch, “I’ve got to get back to the hospital. They’re taking your mother in
for a scan to see if they got everything they needed to get.”

Jessica
turns to face her father and, without a word, she throws her arms around him.

“I
always thought she didn’t care,” Jessica says.

“She
always cared,” Harold answers. “She’s just a bit rough around the edges.” He
laughs. “Why else do you think I’ve put up with her this long?”

Jessica
smiles and wipes her eyes and says, “I think it looks better here. We can go
back to the hospital with you.”

“That’s
all right,” her dad answers. “They’re just going to do a scan and it’ll
probably be a while before they get the results back and get a doctor to look
at them. I’ll give you a call when we know something.”

“Thank
you,” Jessica says, “for everything.”

Harold
looks over at me and says, “Now, I want you to know that no matter what happens
between the two of you, this is my little girl, so you’d better—”

“
It’s
okay, Dad,” Jessica interrupts, tears still falling
from her eyes. “He’s a good man.”

Harold
gives me the stink eye anyway just to drive his point home, then turns and
exits the room.

Jessica
turns around to face me and says, “You know, I meant what I said. You could
have taken advantage of me earlier, but you pushed me to come and do something
that I’ve wanted to do for a while. I don’t know how you knew it was this
important, but you knew.”

“I
like to pay attention to the things that matter,” I answer.

“It’s
funny how so little can change, but even that tiny bit can be all the
difference in the world,” she muses.

“Are
you sure you don’t want to take anything back with you?” I ask.

“Just
you,” she says. “I think it’s about time we sat down and really have the talk.”

*
                   
*
              
     
*

The
talk was quick, easy. We’re not planning to move in together or anything, but
we’re officially “a thing” (her words.)

About
the biggest thing that’s going to change, other than what we call each other,
is that we’re both going to get extra keys for our apartments and, when the
time is right—though what exactly determines that is still pretty vague—we’ll
exchange keys.

Now,
we’re back at my apartment and she’s standing at the foot of my bed, looking
down at me as she slowly takes her clothes off, keeping her eyes on me all the
while.

This
is the first time I’ve seen her naked in the daylight and those full, perky
breasts, flat stomach, and meticulously trimmed pussy have me throbbing.

Her
phone is on the nightstand so it’s within easy reach whenever her father calls
with her mom’s test results and apart from that, neither of us have a care in
the world.

“So,”
she says, crawling over my already naked body, “you knew what my dad was going
to do when we got to the house, didn’t you? That was the big secret.”

“Yeah,”
I tell her.

“I’m
afraid I’m going to have to punish you for that,” she says and grabs my wrists
and forces them up and behind my head.

I
chuckle as she slides her smooth skin over my body and teases me with her lips,
coming close enough to kissing my mouth that I can feel the heat coming off of
her, but always pulling away at just that last second.

“Do
you have a condom?” she asks.

“Nightstand,”
I answer.

“Hmm…”
she says. “That means I’ll have to let your arms go, huh?”

“Yeah,”
I answer, “I really don’t see a way around that.”

“Hmm…”
she repeats and brings her pelvis down just enough that I can feel the wetness
of her up and down the length of my cock as she slowly slides back and forth
over me. “All right,” she says, “but you’re going to have to promise me that
you’re going to behave yourself.”

“You
don’t know me very well, do you?” I ask.

She
lifts her eyebrow in that characteristic way of hers, and I can feel the
tension in her muscles as she prepares for a swift maneuver. As soon as she
lets go of my arms, though, I close them around her.

Jessica
squeals in surprise, but makes a lunge toward the nightstand. I let her get
just close enough that her fingertips are touching the handle of the drawer,
then I slip out from underneath her and with a smooth motion, I turn her over
and, repositioning my arms so they’re now around her hips, I lower my mouth to
the warmth of her core.

“I…”
she strains, laughing, “can’t… quite…”

Her
voice dissolves into wordless phrases as I kiss her sweetest spot, sucking her
smooth skin into my mouth and then licking the periphery of the apex between
her legs.

All
the while, she’s still making zealous, if infrequent, lunges toward the
nightstand drawer.

I
can hear her slide it open so, just to tease her a little longer, I pull her a
few more inches down the bed.

“So
not fair…” she murmurs as my tongue finds her clit, coaxing it from its hiding
place with the care of my attentive mouth.

She’s
starting to breathe heavily, so I kiss the insides of her thighs, lightly
sucking her skin as I do.

Finally,
realizing the actual strength of her position, Jessica simply closes her legs
around my head in an attempt to accomplish her goal of reaching the condoms in
the night stand, but all this does is fill me ever more with her warmth and her
pheromone-rich scent fills my nostrils.

Still,
I’m only intent on teasing her a little, so I release my grasp and she slithers
up the bed, grabs the box of condoms and throws it playfully in my direction,
calling me a “brute!” in the process.

I
duck out of the way with a smile and crawl off the end of the bed to pick up
the box and it’s now spilled contents.

“Hold
on,” she says as I single one out for use. “Come here.”

I
take a step toward her and with an impressive mix of swiftness and gentleness,
she grabs my cock.

“You
had your fun,” she says. “Now I’m going to have mine.”

“Threaten
me with a good time, will you?” I ask, though I have absolutely no intention of
interfering.

She
lifts my erection and runs her tongue over my sac, taking one and then the
other of my stones partway into her hot mouth.

My
knees weaken beneath me, but I manage to stay aright.

“Like
that, huh?” she asks.

“Yeah,”
I breathe and as soon as the word is out of my mouth, she’s at the head of the
bed, lying back with her legs crossed.