All that goes out the window though when Jack shows up a night early.

I don’t even have the outfit on I had planned. I actually don’t even know if Emma is still home!

Jack pushes right past me when I answer the door. He smirks and laughs under his breath. I guess he can read the confusion and surprise on my face. I scurry to the kitchen to get him a drink like I planned. I can still get this back on track. “This can still work!” I think to myself.

I fumble with the bottle of whisky a bit. The cap is harder to get off than it should be. I keep trying to glance down the hallway to see if Emma is watching, but I can’t get a good view from the kitchen. When I walk out, Jack is sitting in the wrong place. I forgot to lead him to the chair.

I have no idea what the view from that spot is like! I am not going to let it phase me though. I walk over to the couch, hand him his drink, pull my shirt off over my head and drop to my knees. I might not have my fancy new bra on, but my C cups squished into this sports bra will have to do.

Kneeling from below Jack looks so big. His greying hair is all out of place after working late. He smells like cigarettes and spilled booze. Leaning back with his drink, he motions for me to go on.