My eyes glossed over her red dress, which barely covered her, but there was something that had caught my attention.
'Is that semen on the hem of her skirt?'
I glanced at Jonas to see his reaction to the woman's state of dress.
He didn't seem to care.
"Miss Cece," he greeted me with a nod. "This is Miss... uh, Mrs. Jenkins."
I smiled at the woman, and she gave me a weak smile back.
"I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am," I said politely.
Mrs. Jenkins seemed to perk up when I spoke to her.
"P- pleased to m... meet you too, Miss Cece. I'm sorry I'm looking so raggedy today. I'm afraid I didn't sleep well last night. My husband kept tossing and turning."
Husband? Yet you look like you had some explosive sex with Jonas?
I smell an affair here.
Jonas looked at her as he said, "It happens sometimes. You should try some sleeping pills. I've got a bottle in my desk drawer if you need it."
"Thank you, Mr. Jonas," she said as she smiled up at him.
I wondered why she had made mention of her being married; she looked more like someone ready to spread her legs than get hitched.
"Well, I thought it would be nice to have an additional female on the team." Jonas said with a grin, "What's even more fun is that you're going to interview her, Cece."
Me? Interview? You've got to be kidding me.
"Uhh uhmmm..." I stuttered, unsure of how to begin.
"She already passed the first stage of the interview."
I took yet another glance at Mrs. Jenkins, who definitely smelled like sex.
"Oh, you mean the... the test?" I said slowly, hoping that he understood my meaning.
"Exactly, the test," he said with a laugh.
I felt my cheeks grow warm as I tried to think of something else to say.
"I think we'll start with the basics," he said as he moved to the side and gestured for me to sit in front of his desk.
"Do you have any questions for me?"
I shook my head and said, "No, sir."
Then my attention was placed on Mrs. Jenkins, who was watching me closely.
I cleared my throat and began, "Could you tell me a bit of yourself?"
"Uh huh," Jonas said as he sat back in his chair.
"I'm a widow. My husband died two years ago. He was a lawyer and worked for the railroad. We were very happy together."
I listened intently as she talked about her life.
"What knowledge do you have about being a pawnbroker?" I asked.
"None whatsoever," she said with a shrug.
"How long have you been a widow?"
"Two years."
"Where did you live prior to coming to this town?"
"In Kinis."
Jonas got to his feet and returned with two boxes, and just like it had been the same with me, he had her pick what appealed to her.
*****
"That seals it!" Jonas exclaimed as he slammed his hands onto the desk. "You're hired!"
Mrs. Jenkins face lit up at the news.
"I'm so glad to hear that, Mr. Jonas," she said with a wide smile.
"Now, let's talk about the details. What do you know about the area?"
"I don't know much about the area," she admitted. "I've lived here for just a year."
"Have you ever worked in a shop such as this before?"
"No, I haven't."
"Alright. Well, we're going to need you to come by tomorrow to fill out all the paperwork.
Mrs. Jenkins nodded and gave a slight bow of thanks.
"Could you excuse us for a bit?" Jonas asked.
For a moment there, I assumed he was talking to Mrs. Jenkins, but when our eyes locked, he held his position, patiently waiting for me to get up.
I knew something fishy was going on, but I couldn't care less about what was going on.
If this was a sign, a great sign of the heavens telling me that Tristan wouldn't have to be so concerned about Jonas getting too close to me, then I have no issue with what I think is about to happen between both of them.
'They are two consenting adults,' I reminded myself. 'So what if they want to have sex? So what if they do?'
"Of course, Mr. Jonas," I said, standing up.
Slam!
Just as I had anticipated, I could hear Mrs. Jenkins voice.
"Mr. Jonas, be gentle with me." She gasped.
The sound of the chair being tossed aside could be heard as I heard her moan, probably from his sudden thrusts.
"Mmm, oh yes, that feels so good."
"Am I better than that, your late husband? Is that what you want to know?" Jonas asked as he continued to pound into her.
"Yes, please, I want to know. I want to feel you inside of me."
Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, yes, I am."
"Are you sure, honey? Because I can make you feel even better."
I was shaking with anger.
I was angry at Jonas. I was angry at Mrs. Jenkins for allowing herself to be used. I was angry at myself for not having the guts to confront them.
'This isn't my place, nor is it something I'd want to be involved in currently.'
Sigh!
"I'm going to cum, baby." Jonas continued.
I could hear the groans, moans, and pants of the couple.
"Cum in me; I want you to cum in me."
"Oh God, I'm cumming too!" Mrs. Jenkins cried out.
And then there was silence.
I left the hallway quickly.
I was still shaking with fury.
I was also feeling a little sick to my stomach.
I was supposed to go out tonight in search of clues leading to Damian. But I wasn't sure if I could keep my mind off of the situation that had just played out.
I was also worried about what Jonas would think of me after finding out I was eavesdropping on their actions.
'That ends the day, I guess.'
The moment I got closer to the exit, I heard a footstep behind me.
Then a low and menacing voice spoke from the dimly lit hallway.
"Where do you think you're going?"