“Like what?” Maya asked, her voice still bright, a little teasing. “Dinner and a movie?” She didn’t know Kay had practically brought a gift basket to Jack. The jinni only knew that the key to an alcoholic’s heart was alcohol, and she knew an inebriated man would be less intuitive about her true identity than a sober one. Besides, she didn’t know what comic books were good or not. They were all a little lame as far as she was concerned. Baking also wasn’t a strength of hers. She could mix a drink and make killer Indian food, but baking was an exact science for which she simply didn’t have the patience.
Maya felt him stirring against her when she sat on his lap. She had to hand it to Kay, her swimmer’s body was definitely erotic with those tight, well shaped muscles. She had a great ass, too. It was no wonder Jack was all too ready to get hard.
His annoyance was clear in his demeanor when she spoke happily about well… herself. The warmth of his breath on her breasts caused her nipples to harden to peaks. However, he was annoyed enough that she was moved from his lap to the couch. That sucked, but she just went with it. Her arm draped across the back of the couch, and she faced him, ensuring he always had a clear view of her breasts. The positioning of herself was made to seem nonchalant like anyone who was having a normal, completely clothed conversation with a friend.
“You don’t really know her, though, do you? She and I hang out all the time and not just to have sex.” Of course… sex almost always seemed to happen at one point or another, but Maya really did hang out with Kay for other reasons. After all, Kay was fun and rich and cute. Maybe she could be a little too peppy, a little too naïve, but that’s why she didn’t hang out with the siren constantly. “She’s a good listener, and she’s nice to me. If you gave her half a chance, you’d probably be able to see that, too.” Her smile never faltered while she spoke, but it wasn’t as massive as it had been. Now, it was just normal sized – for Kay at least.
Maya laughed in Kay’s tinkling voice when Jack confided in her about what she already knew – though he didn’t know that she knew. “That’s funny! She is a little quirky.” Thank goodness Kay wasn’t really around to hear this. The truth was that she didn’t see her attempt as desperate. It was simply a part of who she was. The embarrassing part was that she had still failed to conquer this fucking demi-god by doing that. As much of an innocent as he was – she’d been able to tell he was relatively inexperienced in sexual endeavors when she’d jumped him – he should have molded like putty in her hands.
The jinni knew he was lying. A man didn’t react the way he’d reacted to her skills without having appreciated them. Sure, he hadn’t gone all the way with her, but some people had better control over their hormones than others. This boy was one of them, but she would ensnare him sooner or later. “Well, from experience, guys who trip all over themselves for me are kind of lame. Maybe she just wanted a guy who didn’t treat her like a goddess?” That wasn’t quite the truth. She loved being treated like a deity, but the average guy who treated her like an equal rather than someone above or below her wasn’t really any more or less interesting. The challenge was what was interesting, and Jack was that challenge.
Despite that, Maya was glad when he officially ended the discussion about her. As interesting as it was to see how Jack really felt about her when he didn’t realize she was there to hear it, she hadn’t come to his dorm to be insulted. She’d come to his dorm to fuck his brains out.
She relinquished the bottle of whiskey to him when he took it from her, and she watched him drink it with her usual, Kay smile. When he finished, she took the bottle from him and took a smaller drink before returning it to him. Kay wasn’t nearly as good at holding her liquor as Maya, so she had to play pretend on this topic, too. It wasn’t bad whiskey, and the jinni knew she’d chosen wisely.