Jesse thought on that for a moment. He supposed that some people did. "Some do, yes, but can't people meet up just because they want to?" he pointed out, looking back at her, "Or is this your way of saying you want to date me?" He couldn't help a teasing smirk.
It was nice to do this. He had forgotten how good this one was and her beside him, even if it was mostly a physical presence, was something remarkable. "That was very nice," he said before she asked the question, "Has this experience not gotten you used to me enough that you want to share a bed with me?" He couldn't help a fake horror. "Well, you can stay on the couch, but my bed is more than big enough for two." He looked to her curiously, wondering what she would choose.
Heather arched her brow amused. "Considering there has been a chance or two tonight and you haven't taken them, you can't at least be all bad," she pointed out. That and she had been working with him a bit to see that he at least wasn't chasing after everything that walked, unlike Jesse.
During the cab ride she didn't really think of the situation more, as she would respect his decision. So with that she let him escort her to her apartment. She had just found her keys when he spoke up and kissed her. There was definitely surprise, though she found herself kissing him back.
When they broke the kiss, she looked to him, trying to read him. "I thought you didn't mix business with pleasure," she finally said, playing with a strand of her hair, "Even if it was, what I want is irrelevant, if this isn't what you want." She wouldn't corrupt him like that, though she found she was still close to him, her key still in her hand.
"Some people may call this dating," Kenna looked at him sideways when he said 'next time'. She did settle into the couch even if she adjusted a few times not used to being still. She watched the movie able to separate herself from the situation.
"I'm going to regret this question but where am I sleeping?" She asked at the end.
"Who says I'm a good one?" He grinned.
In the cab his mind wandered from the situation to situation then to the women next to him. Nate walked her to her door feeling the slowness spread through his system. "Is this what you want?"
He leaned forward and kissed her softly.
Heather nodded. "True. Strangely enough a lot of men seem to think they can get away with a lot of things," she said, "Still, it's bad for the few good ones that get screwed over that way." She didn't want anyone who was innocent to go through that.
She had to laugh slightly at what he said. "Worried I won't make it up the many flights of stairs to my apartment? I did drink quite a bit, but I don't think I'm that drunk. Am I?" she mused before shrugging, "If you want to make sure, you are more than welcome to escort me to my door." She knew of his worrying and if it made him feel better, why not? With that they made their way outside. The fresh air did feel good.
Jesse nodded. "Truer words could not be spoken," he agreed and ate some popcorn. This situation was downright strange for him. He was just enjoying time with a female. When did that ever happen?
He smiled at what she said. "Well, then this should be a very nice experience for you," he said, "Italien food. Then I know where I'm taking you next." He smirked to her before pressing play, placing the popcorn beside them. "I haven't watched this one in a while," he mused, happy watch it again. He did loosen his tie slightly, but other than that he was still in a suit, not really owning anything else. He liked suits.
"It's dangerous dating in the work pool- mostly for the men, though, most deserve it." Nate wiped his hands and nodded. "Sharing a taxi works out just fine. Think you'll make it to your apartment, okay?"
He wanted to try something but wouldn't loose the rock in this mess.
"Love is overrated, anyway," Kenna smiled amused.
The strangeness of the situation wasn't lost on her. She didn't make friends with men usually- especially those that did chasing. "I am. Those are good memories, just so you know. Those movies and Italian food."
Jesse had to chuckle himself. "Dear god, me and in love. I would think that a deadly combination," he mused, finding the thought of him actually falling in love amusing, "Trust me it is. You have not met me when I get on the roll with movies." He smirked.
Listening to what she said, he moved towards his long shelf filled to the brim with movies. "In alphabetical order," he mused and pulled out the one in question, "I believe you mean this one. Then he began you indoctrination into movies early. So you spend your time after school watching movies. That's a nice image." Placing the movie in the right device, he made some popcorn before returning. "Ready for a blast from the past?" he asked, also wondering when he had last watched a movie with a beautiful woman. At least to just watch a movie.
Heather listened to Nate as he told the story, nodding understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that. That really isn't fair to you," she said. It explained even more about him and why he was so cautious.
She couldn't help a smile at the next part. "Thank you. You are quite something yourself," she replied before chuckling, "In light of what you just told me, I'm assuming you mean home. We can share a taxi. I don't think either of us should drive in this state." They weren't wasted, but there had been a few drinks.
Looking to him, she did smile. "And Nate, we can do this again. The platonic pool and greasy food, I mean," she told him genuinely. She would respect his boundaries and even if nothing more would happen, fact was she had enjoyed hanging out with him.
"Oh, you might anyway..." Kenna chuckled lightly. "If you say so...do you have that Gene Wilder movie...something with Frankenstein. Young Frankenstein. My neighbor loved all his movies and I would spend the afternoons with him in school. Popcorn is fine."
Sitting down on the couch she didn't remember a time she had time to relax.
"There was this incident two years ago. Saw a girl from work when I was just a manager. It went well then we broke up and she filed charges against me for harassment. Dad fixed it but I learned. Keep it outside of work," Nate shook his head at the memory. Jesse snatched her up after that.
Thre kiss felt nice but he grounded himself. "You are something. Do you want me to take you back?"
Heather rose a curious brow at what he said. They were still on that line between colleagues and more. It could still go either way. "I would hope this isn't about taking advantage of anyone. We're both adults and still mostly have our minds straight. We find each other attractive in some way, despite our positions. Ultimately, it's a question of are we mature enough to handle this properly, whether it's a one time thing or happens again," she told him, "Though don't go believing this is something I do every week." Should they do this? If she left, there was no harm done either way. If she stayed it was easier to simply not do this and not mix everything even more.
His word made her laugh though. Somehow, possibly the drinks lightly emboldening her, she couldn't help a smile. "Very true, I could do all kinds of things to you, like this," she said amused before leaning over to give him a quick kiss before drawing back, "Though you are likely right. We wouldn't want that, would we? It has been a long night after all." Perhaps a little coy, but she was curious if he would take this last out. Either way, she did stand up to slowly start leaving.
Jesse had debated on whether or not he should have done more, but to give him some credit he wasn't some stalker that didn't take no for an answer. At least not at first. He was very good at turning those no into yes though.
Seeing her come out of the bathroom in his things, he smiled. "If possible, that looks just as beautiful as that dress," he said, not being able to resist giving her a look over. He was surprised at what she said. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?" he asked jokingly, "A woman who will willingly sit though one of my movies?"
Still he smiled. "I would like that. You can even choose the movie and that's a big consent coming from me," he told her, "Popcorn? Or something else?" He had just about anything that a movie going heart desired.
"Do you really me to take advantage of you? Just take you back to my place and have my way with you?" Natr asked point-blank. He got some of the vibes but wouldn't believe it until she did something. Anything on top of this it would crumble.
"No thanks, you might take advantage of me," he winked to her..
That worked at least. She dressed in peace and put up the dress tempted to take it home.
She'd still feel that touch and see those eyes. He could have gotten her with more work but didn't for now. The oversized clothes felt comfortable on her when she stepped out.
"Want to watch one of those movies you talked about?" She asked attempting to defuse the situation.
Oh god, she was a force to be reckoned with. She knew what she was doing and their banter was like nothing he had had before. "I'm sure the former would be a lot more pleasurable for you," he mused before chuckling, "Are you sure it's the straps?"
Naturally it was a joke as he ran a hand along the strap on her shoulder before stepping back. "I'll wait for you outside," he finally said, since he had the feeling she was going to make him work for it even more, "Don't take too long." Once out of the bathroom he prepared some wine for them before looking out of the window at the view, patiently waiting.
"It's okay. Probably goes a long way to explaining why I was always more one of the guys than the girls. Even if I never picked up good pool skills apparently," she mused, though did notice that he wasn't pressing her on any of the matters.
Finishing her drink, she nodded at what he said. "That would seem to be his pattern, but she is smart though. And it makes me eternally grateful to be a brunette," she replied before looking at him thoughtfully, "The more I get to know you, the more you seem like a worrier. In a good way." He did seem to worry about everyone. That was an interesting, amusing thought. Seeing her empty glass, she asked, "Another round?" Though that would likely be her last drink, if she didn't want to get too drunk.
Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. Might as well have fun with him before she came to her senses.
Kenna turned to face him with a smirk. "Maybe I'm still entertaining the idea or just deciding to tease you. I do remember how to undress myself starting with the straps..."
Satisfied with herself she turned around to reach for the shirt.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Nate said with a sad smile. The thoughts of how she'd know things soon left with the first drink gone. "We'll see after he gets what he wants. He'll lose interest as soon as she puts out. So she told you."
This would cause his department huge issues but also give them what they needed.
It wasn't normal for her to bring up her mother. Why she had done so she couldn't say. After all, this was too personal for a job, wasn't it? "Car accident. When I was 8," she said slowly, the memories from when the police came to their door still vivid in her mind, "You don't need to be sorry. Wasn't anyone's fault. If nothing..., it taught me to enjoy the day as much as I can... Sorry, this conversation just probably went really sad." That hadn't been her intention as she played with a strand of her hair.
And she had screwed up. Damn it, of course why would Kenna normally have told her this? There was no reason. Ultimately she shrugged. "I do think she told Jesse. He seems to be growing on her in his weird way. As for me, well girl talk. Perhaps she hadn't been sure of you yet, but I feel like you should know," she told him before looking to him, "I am sorry Nate. That can't be easy." Somewhere she wanted to tell him the truth, but she knew that he would hate her for it. Perhaps it was best, if she just disappeared from his life and wrote the articles that Kenna wanted. They were as good as done anyway.
Jesse saw that quirk of a smile. "My, is that a smile I see?" he asked slightly teasing, meeting it with his own smirk. Her words made him laugh, not moving just yet. "Well, I wouldn't mind you naked. I would even join you naked so it's not as awkward," he mused, slightly joking.
He did feel that shiver. Not moving, he kept eyes on her. "Sure, you don't need any more help?" he asked, brushing some of her hair over her shoulder, feeling the silky smooth texture. He couldn't help being fascinated by it.
Nate grew silent with her story and what she said. The thought occurred to him why she knew this or why the blonde told her but not them crossed his mind. He chewed his lip in thought.
"What happened to your mom?" He asked playing with the wings in front of him. As Nate went he kept work life sepeate from his private. This blurred the line for him. "Huh, and she said this to you but not us. I had some idea, though."
He didn't think to question why she knew and the amazing timing.
Kenna's lips quirked into a small smile. It did mean a little something even if it wasn't the same thing. If things were different she might consider him a friend or something.
"What word would that be? Naked?" She laughed lightly but kept the eye contact to show this didn't phase her- only a shiver betrayed at the touch. "A black dress is good for dates. Thanks for the help."
Jesse listened to what she said thoughtfully. It was a stark contrast to his life, one where he had never had to worry about money, even when his father had died. Not really at least.
"I would be lying if I said I knew exactly what that felt like, but... back when my father died and she had had to sell his company, we had lived on less. Sure, we probably had enough to get by without too much hardship, but it wasn't easy. It didn't last all too long as one of the people interested in buying the company was my new step dad," he told her, knowing it wasn't something that he often shared.
Nodding he watched her go to the bathroom before deciding to get some wine. Before he could though he heard her and couldn't help a small smile. "If you wanted me to undress you, you could have just said so," he teased before coming in. Stepping up behind her, he placed one hand on her back, the other on the zipper. Her back was warm and her skin felt soft under his touch. Seeing her look back to him in the mirror, he made eye contact as he worked on the zipper. "I do mean it. You look stunning in this dress. You can keep it, if you want," he told her before the zipper finally came down, "There." Still, he didn't move away entranced by the view of her back and the feel of her skin.
It was a fun time and the food was pretty good. She herself enjoyed bourbon and it was nice to share this with Nate. This did make her realize that his drinking wasn't of an alcoholic nature and more a way of coping with situations he couldn't handle, which was something.
Heather nodded understanding. "He's your father. Of course you want that. We kids are able to forgive our parents a lot. After my mom died my dad went through his own rough patch. It wasn't pretty to say the least, but I still love him. Not the same, but yeah, parents have some leeway," she replied, knowing it wasn't easy for him.
That last part he said was like dumping a bucket of cold water over her head. Suddenly, she felt terrible for lying to him. Sure, she couldn't leak the story because of Kenna, but still she was here. "Yeah, that's good," she agreed before thinking. It would likely ruin this moment, but she was sure that Kenna had told Jesse and didn't he deserve to know as well. "Nate... There is something I need to tell you...," she said softly, making sure it was too loud to overhear and no one was nearby, "Kenna told me... that your father had hit on her that summer she had visited you... She is more than sure that he had done it with other young girls as well."
It pained her to tell him this and she took his hand in hers for comfort. "I know this isn't easy to hear, but I'm here for you," she told him softly, looking into his eyes. Gently she squeezed his hand. It was likely that he would either seek refuge in drinking again, but then at least she would be there to make sure he would get home or yell at her that she didn't know what she was talking about. Heather wasn't sure which she preferred.
"Almost everything I wear another woman wore. It's apart of saving money. Also I buy store brand and use coupons. If mom had money she never spent it on me- just her and her boyfriends. Don't know if that makes sense to you," Kenna took the clothes from him. "Thanks."
In the bathroom the size of her kitchen she ran into the first problem. "Uh, Jesse..." She leaned her head out the door. "I need help with the zipper."
With one more round came food and drinks for him. The kind he liked whiskey on the rocks, his dad's favorite.
"I still wish he'd come back and say everything was a misunderstanding. He was a good dad until five years ago," Nate admitted. "Maybe he will come back and maybe not. Either way...someone's Going to get hurt. I'm just glad a lot of press hasn't leaked."
Heather honestly could care less if Nate was rich or not. He was fun and genuinely she was enjoying the time with him, even if it was playing pool. With his coaching and corrections, all held very gentlemanly, she had actually gotten fairly good.
Just seeing that smile after two games made her happy as she smiled back at him. "It really was. I almost had you that second round," she agreed with a nod, "So, one more round or shall we go get that greasy food you promised? My treat." There was just something so very natural about this. They still toed a line between friendship and more, but no matter how it ended tonight it had been a good time.
"This is the apartment I use in the city when I'm at work. Just easier like this," Jesse told her as he stepped beside her, "It is. Can't get enough of it. Makes you appreciate things so much more." And he did. He was aware there were more people like Kenna than there were like him.
He arched a brow amused. "Would you really accept clothes that likely some woman left here?" he asked, not really being able to imagine that, "I don't, but I could call a tailor to have things made. Or... You can have something from me." Since he doubted that she would take something from a personal tailor, he went to bedroom, coming back with one of his t-shirts and some sweat pants. "Not for women, but I'm sure you will look more than ravishing in them," he said as he held them out to her.
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