His life had to be pretty hellish right now, but he was a standup guy who did what he had to do without complaining. He would have worked himself to death for the kids and Anna, who wasn't even here to appreciate it.
But I was here, and I understood and appreciated the sacrifices he was making. It hit me that the charcoal gray suit Jack wore really set off his dark good looks, its cut emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. He looked pretty damned hot, actually, despite the weariness.
"Here," I said, moving to take the glass from him.
As I leaned in, I caught a whiff of cologne mixed with Jack's own scent and whiskey. Little tingles went off in my clit and pussy, and I almost fumbled the glass. I turned away to hide my confusion by topping off his glass. Down girl!
But why not? He was single. Couldn't get much more single, really. With his schedule, he didn't have the time or energy to date. I doubted he had been laid once since Anna died a year ago, and the poor guy probably needed to get laid worse than anybody else in the city.
So why not? Wiggle it in front of him, let him know it's his if he wants it; he seems like the kind of guy who can handle the rest. I slid the refilled glass back into his hand and stepped around the back of his chair. Leaning over the back, I began gently massaging his temples.
He tensed under my fingertips at first, but after a little while he relaxed and sank back into the cushions with a sigh.
"Jess, you are a gem. I don't deserve you."
"Nope, you don't," I agreed with a smile. "But then who could, right?"