I probably shouldn’t have kissed Kat but I just couldn’t resist. Her lips were puckered and perfect. They were too large for her face and that made them all the more appealing. Her lip-gloss had these little specks of glitter in them that made me want to lick it off. I could tell she was a bit of a flirt. Every time I’d come on to her she’d give me some quip about her age or tell me to cut it out. My brain didn’t register any of these things as a hard no. Therefore I would trudge on with the hope that I would get to lick her lady bits sooner rather than later.
I wrote another song today, an ode to Katrina Sweet. I stayed up all night trying to perfect it. . .
I can be your bad boy toy
I can give you so much joy
I can put the Y in yum
I can give you all this love
Oop
I can take you up so high
I can make you touch the sky
I can really bang it out
Girl, you know what I’m about
Oop
I can make your legs vibrate
I can make your tummy ache
I can take you on my ride
I can make you slip and slide
Oop
I can give you all my heart
I can make you stop and start
You’re the one I’m thinking of
When I give you all my love
I’d written three songs since I’d been in this town. My inspiration was the most beautiful woman ever. Katrina had a glow that set fire to my soul. I was so into her it almost felt unnatural. There was something pure and innocent about her not knowing who I was. All of our interactions were authentic. She wasn’t fake like so many other women. She was the realest.
I couldn’t remember a time when I was just Jagger. There had to be a time, maybe when I was a tot. Kat didn’t want much from me. But I was willing to give it all. It felt good to be wanted for something other than my money, my voice, my talents, my clout, my social status, my industry connections, or my recommendations. Kat wanted me to ring up customers, unpack boxes and sweep the damn shop floors. Her wants were so minimal that I’d grown to relish them. In the world that wanted every bit of me, she only wanted a minor piece.
I ate a late supper with David and Fiona. Our little trio had grown into a little family unit. It was odd because I’d never had a clear memory of a real family. I was an only child and my mother and father weren’t together much. Mum spent all her time running me back and forth to auditions. When I landed the gig on Kiddie Kingdom I had a full and strict schedule that kept me on the set more than at home. I rarely saw my father. He worked a normal job that had normal hours. Taping my television show didn’t leave much time for us to be a proper family. I felt like I missed something but I couldn’t complain about it. I couldn’t be one of those rich famous people complaining about being rich and famous. For everything I lost, I’d gained so much.
Chapter 8
KATRINA
Monday was here and I couldn’t lie to myself. I had anxiety about what happened Saturday in the backyard. My mind had come up with all these crazy little scenarios that didn’t have anything to do with the actual kiss. What happens if Jason doesn’t show up to work? What happens if he tries that again? I couldn’t believe how I was acting. This young man had really gotten me flustered. I was being irrational and silly. I wondered if I did anything to lead him on. I didn’t remember flirting with him. I didn’t smile much if that’s what led him on. I was told I always had a permanent resting bitch face.
Whatever it was. I had a plan. I was going to act like nothing ever happened. The problem with that plan was it did happen and that kiss was spectacular. It was Florida Evans damn, damn, damn, good. It was Jay Jay Evans Dynamite! I should stop feeling so ashamed. He was legal and he kissed me. I didn’t kiss him. I needed to cut myself some slack and act my age.
On-time like always, Jason showed up. He knocked on the back door and I let him in five minutes before it was time to open the store. He was wearing dark blue Levi’s, a plain gray short sleeve t-shirt and orange tennis shoes. I could tell his hair had been wet from a shower. It wasn’t combed in any particular way. It had grown in the few weeks I’d known him. His hair was in all directions but still very fashionable.
“Hey.” I greeted him while wiping the glass countertop.
“Morning.” He grinned. He was so alert and wide-eyed. He never looked tired. He was the epitome of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I had to attribute this to his youth. I couldn’t come up with any other explanation.
“How was your day off?” I asked.
“Boring without you.”
“I doubt that,” I smirked.
“Why would I lie?” Jason tossed his backpack on the floor behind the counter. He inched behind me and touched my waist as he exited the space.
Jason’s eyes roamed my body. “You look sexy this morning.”
“I look like a normal
