KICK IT | JENLISA

24

Lisa

"Thanks for coming." Hesitation rose behind Jackson's confident gaze. "Hopefully, we can find a compromise..."

"Compromise?" I jerked my thumb at the wall of resistance on my left. "She doesn't know the meaning of the word."

"Compromise!? Can she even spell it?" Jennie's glare burned the side of my face.

I clenched my teeth, fixing my gaze on Jackson. Despite a week of heated aches, swelling, and pain living rent-free in my shoulder, I refused to look at Jennie. Otherwise, I would've been distracted by the tops of her perfect tits sitting in her white, V-neck wrap shirt, the curve of her hips hugged by her grey skirt, and inches of exposed, smooth thighs from one long, bare leg crossed over the other.

Nope, didn't notice any of that.

The temptation to look burned the corners of my eyes, straining them to bulge. "C-o-m-p-r-o-m-i-s-e!" I spat out each letter.

With a flick of her fingers, she swept a black strand behind her shoulder. "C-a-c-t-u-s-d-i-c-k!"

Cactus... what the fuck? I let out a humourless laugh. "Did you call me a..."

"Cactus dick." Her shrug bounced her chest with tiny jiggles of skin. Again, didn't notice. Peripheral vision blur.

"When Jackson asked me to come, I told him I preferred if you took a long walk in the desert, got lost, stumbled around until you fell over from dehydration, and landed in a ditch, stomach-down, on a cactus so it rammed into your..."

"I get it." Equally impressed and afraid of her level of detail, I pinched the space between my eyes and willed my balls back down from where they retreated into my pelvis.

The only response I had was a loud, and drawn-out sigh. This walking contradiction was impossible to read. Her sinfully curved body moved with the grace of flowing water, entering with long steps that ended with her flopping down in a chair with a heavy grunt. Fuck, the way she bent that body with yoga poses was sinful.

Trying not to remember that inspired another form of heated throbs and swelling.

In a straight-spine, seated posture, she tucked her elbows in her ribs, pushing up those flawless tits. Light makeup highlighted her round eyes, thick lashes, and pouty lips with a subtle, graceful beauty. But her voice cut glass, and her choice of insults? It took me ten minutes to figure out what she meant by ostrich ass.

I had a headache.