Scared of Beautiful (Scared #1)(48)

“Hey,” Maia smiles as I walk over. Much to my delight, she’s quick to dismiss the prep boy and walk over to an empty table with me. “So, Blake was telling me his family owns this place,” Maia says tentatively, “and he mentioned that they need a new bartender for the night shift.” She eyes me cautiously trying to gauge my reaction before continuing. “And I may or may not have mentioned that you were looking for something.”

“May or may not?” I ask.

“That depends on whether you’re okay with me asking or not. If not I may not have,” she defends quickly.

“Maia,” I say with a deflated sigh, “I told you that I don’t want favors.” Especially not from the f*cker over there that’s making his presence in my territory known on a daily basis. “You’re asking if I need a job, and the answer is yes, but if you’re asking me if I want to work here for that fool, the answer is no.”

“Are you mad?” she asks.

I am mad, but considering the good intention, I try not to show it.

“You don’t have to answer, I know you are. Whenever you’re mad you grind your jaw, just like you’re doing now,” Maia continues before looking down.

“Can we just go, maybe grab take out or something?” I ask. Now all I want to do is get the f-uck out of here.

“Sure,” she replies before standing.

She orders in Thai food when we get back to the apartment and settles on the couch in front of me. “I was thinking,” she starts.

“Now there’s a dangerous pastime!” I tease, cutting her off and laughing.

“Shut up!” she replies throwing a cushion at me. “But if you don’t want to hear a solution to your problem that doesn’t concern working for Blake, that’s fine.”

“Okay, speak,” I say, intrigued.

“Nope, never mind.” She draws her eyebrows together in a mock scowl.

“Okay,” I say shrugging my shoulders, my face morphing to perfect feigned annoyance as I stand up and walk towards the door.

“Where are you going?” she calls after me.

Gotcha. “Yes?” I say turning towards her with not a hint of a smile on my face.

“Stay here.” The words fly out of her mouth with nervous apprehension.

“What?” I ask, confused as shit.

“Stay in the second room here, you can pay me a boarding fee that covers all meals, That way you won’t need to work while you’re here. As friends of course,” she says. “The room’s empty, anyway.”

I bet if I’d left her she’d probably try to negate her own awkwardness with justifications all night long. That’s not what I had planned to do all night long. “So you would basically subsidize my college years?” I ask.

“No, and if you don’t want to accept that’s fine, just say so,” she retorts with finality.

I think carefully about my next words. Maia when on the defensive is the how she shuts people out. That’s not the side of her I want to see. Just as I’m about to answer, I feel my phone buzz. I pull it from my pocket to read the text. You had better call me. You should know better Jay, bad things happen when you ignore me. Emmanuel’s text is threatening, and the scariest part of it is that he never issues empty threats. I think of all the people in Atlanta that he could get to who I care about: Jade, my parents, Shana. Daniella.

“Everything okay?” Maia asks, sensing my angst.

Bringing up Emmanuel in front of her is never a good idea. “Yeah, I just have to get going, okay.” I say shortly.

“What, why? Dinner hasn’t arrived yet,” she says walking over and resting her arm on mine. I shrug it off without even thinking.

Correcting myself, I lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll call you later,” I answer, before walking out the door.

I dial Emmanuel’s number as soon as I leave Maia’s building.

“Jay, so nice of you to get back at me,” Emmanuel answers, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What do you want, man?” I ask abrasively.

“Now, now, we go way back, how you gonna talk to me like that?” Emmanuel is drawing this out, which is pissing me right off.

“Speak or I hang up,” I reply shortly.

Emmanuel half-laughs into the phone. “No, Jay, you won’t be doin’ that, not at all, not when you know and I know that pissing me off is a bad idea. Too many of your loved ones in these parts.”

“I’m listening,” I say, low and defeated.

“I need you to do a job with me. I need cash to pay back one bitch of a loan. And I need a wingman,” Emmanuel says.

“You have plenty of those, why me?” I ask.

“Most of the f*ckers I know are either too stupid to do this, or just can’t be trusted,” he says.

“What makes you think I can be trusted?” I ask. “Considering you just f-ucking broke me and Maia up, for fun.”

“You ain’t an * like that. And I need you. Really, the choice is up to you, but bitch moves like refusing, they have repercussions. They always do. And since you’re playing college, Ivy League, you won’t be here to play bodyguard. Maybe my first mission will be to show Jade what good dick feels like. Slap her around a little. Show her how a man can handle her. Don’t matter if she wants it or not, does it? You know how we do? If the *s after me haven’t killed me yet, I may even take a trip up to Rhode Island, and pay your little girlfriend a visit.”