Free KISS by Jalissa Pastorius Page B

closed the door. She
didn’t want to go anywhere this weekend.
    “ Hey, it comes along with
being part of an elite crowd. You really should just accept
it.”
    “ Not you too Cheese. C’mon
I’m hungry let’s see what’s for dinner.”
     
     
    ***
     
     
    Iris stood grumpily next to her
parents as she cursed Chester. He was able to skip out on this
little party. Tables were covered in beautiful cloth, succulent
dishes thrived in the light begging to be tasted and there was an
abundant of alcohol. She wore an off the shoulder black dress that
hugged her curves with metallic pumps to match. The tear drop
diamond necklace her parents got her sparkled in the light. Iris
felt naked with all her hair piled on her head.
     
    “ Iris! Hey darling glad you
could make it.” Iris wanted to roll her eyes as Jean-Pierre
approached. She was starting to think her mother was trying to set
them up. It was just like her, she would love to have a fashion
designer in the house.
    “ Jean.”
    “ Don’t be that way,
especially when I’m about to do you a favor.”
    “ What is that?” she huffed
out.
    “ Show you some real fun,”
he said smiling deviously at her. Iris heart thumped in her chest.
What was up with her and bad boys. Don’t let the perv get you. Not
the perv. Nope. Not happening.
    “ What are you doing?” he
asked quizzically. Iris opened her eyes and glanced at him. She
hadn’t realize that she sought the altar of the gods, offering them
her prayers, hopes and dreams only to be mocked and dragged back to
realty by this man. It seemed Hades was the only person who came to
answer her call.
    “ Fine,” she said and her
shoulders sagged as Jean-Pierre dragged her to her doom.
     

12
    Love Square?

     
     
    Iris followed behind Jean-Pierre and
didn’t really understand why she did it. She wanted to know his
story, he was a mystery just like everyone else. It wasn’t very
often that she came across someone with Latin Descent with a name
like Jean-Pierre. It was usually Juan, Luis, or Mario.
    “ Why Jean-Pierre?” she
asked as he led them to another entertaining area. He froze and
glanced back her. “My mother is French and my father is from
Honduras.” He briskly turned around and she followed him. Was it a
sore subject for him? Did she offend him? Was he angry? She should
return to the front; before she could voice her opinions they
stopped. They were in another opulent room. People sat around on
premium leather furniture. There were people cuddled up a little
too close and a little too touchy for her taste. She didn’t think
Jean-Pierre would take her to such a place. She fought back the
need to close her eyes and run away, as a woman shoved her hands
down the pants of her male companion. Iris remained transfixed by
the expression on his face. He sat with his legs spread and the
woman next to him. His head rested on the back of the couch and the
look of euphoria, pleasure on his face made her want to capture it.
She blanched when he opened his eyes and connected with her. Damn.
She’d been caught. Jean-Pierre took her hand into his and smiled
interrupting the battle of wills between her and the unknown
man.
    “ Rest assured, I would
never bring you to such a place. I’m grabbing a jacket. I don’t
want you to catch a cold. Wait here and don’t move.” Iris nodded as
she watched as he disappeared quickly from view. She was glad that
he wouldn’t stoop so low.
    “ Hmm, you’re not his type.”
Iris eyes flickered toward the brunette who watched her with dark
eyes and a dark pixie cut. It was edgy and sleek.
     
    Bitch. I’m turning into a
regular sailor. It’s a good thing people can’t read
minds.
     
    “ Look there
isn’t—,”
    “ Iris!” She smiled relieved
as he rushed quickly to her side. Taking her into his arms she
wanted to rebuff the woman, but there was something weird going on.
She held in the blush that threaten to rise when both his hands
came down on her hips as he pulled her