Author's Note: Whelp, I'm a little late, and there's technically only a little less than 2 hours left of the day, but today the star of this story turned 28, so I figured I'd update. :) Enjoy.

Chapter Four

When things inside the room finally ended, Jon stepped to the side of the door out of plain sight, but he didn't go back into hiding. Instead, he stood outside the room waiting for Chasity to emerge. He hated listening to the noises that were escaping the room, but he had absolutely refused to leave every time the little voice in his head would tell him he should. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall behind him. Distracted by his own thoughts he failed to hear Chasity exit the room until he heard her say his name.

Chasity put her panties and bra back on and reached for the remainder of her clothing when she remembered Mr. Smith had taken it, telling her to come see him when she finished with her "job". Sighing, she quickly exited the room with every intention of going to find Mr. Smith and getting her clothing back so she could finally return to helping Tara behind the bar. However, before she even got three feet out the door she caught the sight of movement out of the corner of her eye. Thinking Mr. Smith had just decided to wait outside the door, she turned in the direction of the movement, but she was shocked when she came face-to-face with Jon instead of Mr. Smith. He was leaning against a wall behind him, totally lost in thought. She was sure he hadn't heard her come out of the room. "Jon, what the hell are you doing back here?" He wasn't supposed to be back here; this area was reserved for VIP's and employees only! She was so shocked by his presence she totally forgot she was wearing nothing but her underwear.

Jon jumped at the sound of her voice saying his name. Opening his eyes he couldn't help but look Chasity up and down. He didn't mean to, but he was a red blooded, straight male, and Chasity was undeniably gorgeous! Clearing his throat and mind he finally found his voice. "After you walked back here and never came back out to the bar I got worried. I was about to follow you when I saw you up on stage performing and I decided I wanted answers, so I walked through the same door you had, and found the 'back stage' area. After you finished your dance, I quietly followed you. I hid when I saw your boss, and followed you back here." Jon paused. This entire thing sounded so bizarre now that he was replaying it back to not only himself, but Chasity as well, but it's exactly what happened. "I managed to remain hidden in the shadows until your boss finally disappeared. Then I listened to the whole ordeal outside the door. I saw the beginning of you encounter with the sleaze. I know this isn't what you want to do just from your body language in that short time, so why are you doing this," Jon questioned.

Chasity hadn't heard his question. She was focused on the fact he'd listened to her have sex with another guy. "You listened to my sexual encounter? What the fuck, Jon? You're not even supposed to be back here, let alone listening in on my private moments. What the hell is wrong with you," she asked angrily, however she realized she was still standing in nothing but her bra and panties, so she never gave him a chance to respond. "You know what, forget it. I don't have time for this right now. I need to go find my boss so I can get my clothes back, and you need to get the hell out of this area before you get thrown out for trespassing. Go back to the bar. I'll be out after I find my boss and get redressed." She tried to shove past him and headed for her boss's office, but he just moved further into her path, blocking her way. Her next move was to try to shove him back toward the exit leading to the bar, but he just shook his head, a smirk adorning his lips.

Chasity dropped her hands off his chest, where she'd placed them when trying to push him, and ran her fingers through her messy hair. She turned so all he could see was a side profile of her as a sigh slipped past her lips. "Please don't do this to me, Jon. I can't handle any more stress right now."

Jon's gaze racked over her entire body again, but this time, as he dragged his eyes back up her body, they stopped on her barely visible baby bump. "You're pregnant, aren't you," Jon questioned. Everything he'd noticed about her throughout the day, the slight weight gain that was only visible in her abdomen, and that could barely be seen from the side, the rubbing of her stomach when they were standing outside, her slightly larger breasts, all of it was starting to make complete sense all of a sudden. This was a girl who wouldn't eat any type of meat fat for fear it would cause her to gain a few pounds; she loved salad and grilled chicken because they were healthy to eat. Even if it had been ten years Jon knew there was no way she had changed all of that without a reason.

Chasity was stunned. She had no idea how he figured it out. She opened and closed her mouth, unsure of how to respond. She could lie, but he'd figure out she was lying. She could tell him the truth. Perhaps the truth would scare him away. But did she want to scare him away? She wasn't sure. She was completely confused.

Without answering his question she turned to leave, figuring she'd take the long route to her boss's office, but Jon reached out grabbing her wrist. "I just want to help you, so please don't shut me out. This place is not somewhere for an expectant mother to be working." he said, releasing her wrist because he could tell she didn't have the energy to ignore him anymore. "And don't try to tell me you're not pregnant because I'm not as dumb as I look. Just let me help you," Jon said, looking her in the eyes. "That's all I want to do, is help you." Chasity just nodded in agreement, afraid if she spoke her voice would crack, giving away all the emotion she had bottled up inside.

Author's Note: Happy Birthday, Dean!

I promise, after this chapter, it picks up A TON!