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That he has my attention.
That I want his.
“Can we talk about something that isn’t me?” J.T. quickly insists. “Perhaps why you don’t have your own computer?”
Answering him is done in his direction. “Because they’re expensive and always the first thing I pawn when I need cash.”
“You need cash?” Wes unhappily questions, pulling my stare back to him. “How much?”
“Relax, Admiral Kirk…” The tilting of my head is attached to a smirk. “I don’t need cash at the moment.”
Could I use cash at the moment?
Absolutely.
Am desperate for it?
No.
Once I combine the amount that I currently have with a good couple of nights at the club this weekend, I’ll be in a better spot.
A much better spot.
The type of spot where I don’t feel like I’m lying to my mom about being able to take care of myself.
“What do you need it for?” J.T. casually investigates, summoning my attention his way. “And please don’t say so that you can watch porn.”
“I do that on my phone like an adult, thank you very much.”
“Do you even have a phone?” Impish chuckles bounce his striped shirt covered torso. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually use it.”
“That’s because I don’t know where it is half the time.”
“Fuck, what’s that like?”
His laughter sparks my own; however, seeing the shadow giant shift in new unhappiness over our bonding smothers it out sooner rather than later. “I need to look for a new place to live and apply for a few jobs.”
“Your file didn’t say you were jobless,” Wes viciously bites.
“It probably didn’t say I was homeless either, Captain.”
Additional displeasure conquerors his voice. “You’re homeless?”
“Due to a misunderstanding.”
“What type of misunderstanding?” the man across the room seethes.
“The type that comes from people who think just because my tits pop out of my top means I give mouth hugs for money.”
J.T. struggles to hide his snickers over my word choice prompting his boss to grumble in disapproval.
“However – for the captain’s log I’m sure you’re keeping – I do have a job other than battling with you on the bridge.”
He grunts, although I’m not sure if it’s done in irritation or entertainment.
“I’d kind of like to get some shit rolling before I go back in tomorrow, so what do you say, Spock?” This time I meet his gaze. “Can you spot me?”
“You’ll use one of mine.” Wes’s face angles itself just enough over his shoulder so that I can get a glimpse of his blue eye that I swore was brown. “I’ll have it setup in the library across from my office.”
