Chapter Ten
Weekly dinners with Gabi were starting to get more and more intense. Not because she was busy, but because Lex and I were a package deal, and ever since freshman year when he mistook her for someone other than my best friend from childhood, things went from bad to worse.
Now? Every time they were in the same room together, I half expected one of them to end up in the hospital.
The minute we got to the house, Blake ran upstairs with her bags. I focused really hard on her flip-flops out of necessity. The rest of her looked tight, toned, tan. I angled my head as she made her way to the top of the stairs and turned. Her breasts were really starting to be the highlight of my day.
Something smacked me on the back of the head.
“Hey!” I turned around and faced Gabi. She had her angry face on. No smile, eyes narrowed. “What was that for?”
“If you hurt her, I’m going to break off your favorite appendage.”
“Silly Gabi.” I grinned. “Is that an invitation to touch?”
“Guarantee if I ever do touch you, it will only end badly.”
“Tease.” I winked.
“Stop that.” She flicked me on the nose. “Your sexual prowess is dead to me. Dead!”
Rolling my eyes, I wrapped an arm around her and steered us both into the kitchen, where the smell of French bread and spaghetti filled the air. “Have I told you how much I miss our weekly dinners? Think we should do it daily? You know, so I don’t starve?”
Gabi shrugged out of my embrace. “Learn how to cook.”
I jutted out my lower lip. “It’s not for lack of knowledge.” I broke off a piece of warm bread, then poured myself a large glass of wine. “It’s because yours always tastes better.”
Gabi groaned loudly. “Damn, do the girls really fall for that? Still?”
“Eh.” I shrugged and made a so-so motion with my hand. “Nine out of ten.”
“You disgust me.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because it’s true every day.”
“When’s dinner ready?” Serena bounced into the room, literally, her head bobbing from left to right. Maybe that’s how girls like her built up more brain cells. They shook the air, and the pressure between their ears exploded, making tiny little brain-cell babies.
Gabi poked her head into the fridge. “When Lex gets here.”
“So it’s ready now?” she asked.
Never mind. No brain-cell babies. I fought the urge to point to the steaming spaghetti and bread sitting on the breakfast bar. Didn’t it look ready, kiddo?
“Technically,” I answered for Gabi. “But we aren’t eating”—I stressed the word “eating” even though I’d just taken some bread—“until my sidekick gets here.”
“Sidekick, huh?” Serena crossed her arms, forcing her boobs to kiss one another and nearly hit her in the chin.
“Oh, I thought you knew.” I gave her a sad face. “I’m the hero in this scenario . . . Even own my own cape. He’s basically the Robin to my Batman.”
“Batman’s hot.”
“So is Robin,” Gabi said defensively.
Whoa. Did she just defend Lex? I felt her forehead. She pushed my hand away and handed me some Parmesan cheese.
The door flew open, and Lex stepped through, holding up two bottles of Cab. “Sorry, traffic was shit.”
“Language,” Gabi called.
Lex and I shared a look before Lex stomped over to the swear jar and tossed in a dollar bill.
Gabi and her freaking double standards. She swore frequently. But she didn’t allow swearing in the kitchen. She was half Italian, and kitchens in her family represented peace and love and some other shit I always forget. So swearing during dinnertime? Off-limits.
Which, knowing Lex, was like asking him to turn into a chick and give me an openmouthed kiss. He said when he was in Gabi’s kitchen, he cursed on the inside and drank to keep himself from slitting his wrists.
On that note, Lex muttered something under his breath, stole the wineglass from my hands, and chugged it.
“We doing this?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Serena hadn’t taken her lustful eyes off Lex yet. Highly doubted he’d actually called her, but he was the king about making things seem easy and less awkward when it came to shitting where he slept and vice versa. I wondered if Gabi knew.
She wasn’t hitting him.
Therefore, she was probably in the dark.
“Where’s the other roomie?” Lex asked, pouring himself more wine and then tipping it back.
“Here!” Blake walked into the room.
Lex spit out his wine. All over the floor. Then he started coughing and choking.
Gabi patted his back furiously, probably knocking a few ribs out of place. “Are you okay?”
“Shit!” Lex yelled, voice hoarse after his choking spell.
Gabi held out the swear jar while Lex grumbled and stuffed in another dollar.
“What’s wrong?” Blake asked, crossing her arms, making her body appear just . . . hotter, if that was at all possible.
The flip-flops were present.
But everything else from the ankles up was . . . damn, it was good.
Tight-muscled legs poured into short blue yoga shorts, an off-the-shoulder white tank top hung loosely on her body, and a leopard sports bra pushed the girls up exactly where they were supposed to be.
And her hair was down.
Makeup-free, she was three times the girl Serena was. And Serena looked like she’d just robbed a Sephora and tried on the entire stash.
“I’m—” Lex coughed into his hand. “Sorry, I just . . . Low blood sugar.”
“Good one,” I whispered under my breath.
He sent me an irritated glare but said nothing. Silence began a slow stretch to awkward proportions.
“Shall we sit?” I rubbed my hands together and moved to the small table directly next to the kitchen, around which sat a mismatched group of green and blue chairs as well as two gray folding chairs. The table was something Gabi had grabbed from a yard sale, and the plates had been passed down to her from her grandma. They had little flowers on the sides and always made me ponder what life would be like with an actual family where kids sat down with their parents and ate food, and they all participated in family conversations.
Not where nannies made the food and the parents called once a week.
And then stopped calling.
And then died.
“So, Blake . . .” Lex spooned a liberal amount of sauce over a pile of steaming spaghetti and handed the first plate to Gabi, since she’d cooked. In Gabi’s kitchen, cooks always ate first. “I like the new look.”
“Thanks.” A bright blush flamed across her cheeks. “Ian was a huge help.”
“Oh, I bet.” Lex grinned.
I kicked his foot under the table while he continued serving everyone. Serena was staring at Blake. Hard.
I knew that look.
Dinner was about to get real.
“I guess it’s okay.” Serena gave a slight shrug. “I mean, if you’re into working out.”
“Which clearly she is,” I pointed out. “Look at her.”
Serena’s lips twisted into something that looked a lot like a snarl. “It’s not like she’s wearing a dress. She’s wearing spandex. Didn’t that go out of style a few years ago?”
“Says the non–gym rat?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Didn’t hair extensions go out a few years ago too?” I was pretty confident if I tugged on her hair I could come away with a piece.
Serena’s face heated to a dull red color before she jerked her plate away from Lex and not-so-accidently dropped it onto Blake’s lap. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. It slipped.”
Gabi jumped to her feet, grabbing napkins, while Blake just stared at her lap. Then, in a move I wouldn’t have ever seen coming, she started piling the spaghetti onto her own plate before licking each finger.
I gripped the chair with both hands. Holy shit, that was hot. Spaghetti sauce—who knew?
“It’s alright.” Blake laughed. “I can always toss them in the wash. They’re workout clothes, after all. I’m sure a few weeks from now they’ll be in worse shape than this after practice.”
That shut Serena up.
Dinner was blessedly quiet, except for the chink of flatware against china. I knew it wouldn’t last. After all, Gabi and Lex were sitting next to each other.
It was against the laws of nature for them not to fight.
“Wow.” Blake patted her flat stomach. “That was really good, Gabi. Thank you so much.”
“Thank Ian. He begged for spaghetti night.”
“I beg every night,” I said. “And not just for spaghetti. Last week I wanted ravioli.”
“You sure you aren’t Italian?” Gabi laughed and started collecting everyone’s plates.
“Nope.” I stood. “You cooked. Lex and I will do cleanup.”
Lex’s eyebrows shot up. “We will?”
I stared.
Slowly, he scooted out his chair, stood, and helped me take everything into the kitchen. Once the girls were out of earshot, he whistled and said, “Dude, nice work. I didn’t even recognize her.”
I smiled proudly. “She looks cute, right?”
Lex burst out laughing. “Are you high? She looks more than cute.” He stepped backward and peered around the corner, then made his way back into the kitchen. “She looks hot.”
“Hot?” I let the word roll around in my head a bit, then abruptly snuffed it out. “I guess.”
“You guess?”
Dishes. I needed to wash dishes, because if I focused too much on Blake’s small transformation, I was going to be in a world of hurt, and not the emotional kind. Hell no, it would be all physical. Already my body was responding as if my hands weren’t in soapy water but sliding all over her body.
I inwardly groaned. I had no time to stop by some random girl’s house and alleviate the hurt.
“Have you kissed her yet?” Lex asked as I held out a plate for him to take. It dropped out of my hand, but luckily he caught it before it smashed into the floor. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“She’s never kissed a guy. It would be . . . wrong.” I held out another plate. Lex didn’t take it. Instead he stared openmouthed at me.
“Are you . . . falling for her?”
“What?” I burst out laughing. “Hell no. Have you seen her flip-flops?”
“Not like she’d be wearing them in bed, amigo.”
“What’s our number one rule?” I scrubbed the next plate vigorously as visions of her perky breasts invaded every logical corner of my brain.
“Don’t fall for the clients.”
“Don’t. Fall.” I scrubbed harder. “For.” My hand was starting to cramp. “The clients.”
“I think it’s clean, bro.” Lex jerked the plate out of my hands and gave me a pat on the back. “And you’re the one who made the rules. Not me.”
“We have a legitimate company, one that both of us are hoping will eventually take over as the number one dating app in the world. Why screw that up because you fall for a sad girl who wants the guy who’s never looked twice at her?”
Lex smirked, his toothy grin making me want to inflict violence on his person. Or another damn dish. “Why, indeed?”
“You’re seriously shitting up the wrong tree, and you’re pissing me off. Go argue with Gabi or something.”
“So no kissing?”
I sighed and braced myself against the porcelain sink. “No. Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Hmm.”
The girls’ chatter got louder as they made their way into the kitchen.
“No dessert?” Blake piped up.
I froze.
Lex and I were both still facing the kitchen window, and I could see his smug expression in the reflection. Just like he could see me flipping him off right above the dishwater.
“Dessert? I didn’t get any,” Gabi said, “but—”
“Actually.” I turned around quickly. “About that . . . Blake, can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?”
“Sure.” But she hesitated.
“Great.” I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs, praying that Gabi and Lex would get into it so I’d have an excuse to call the police and get the hell out of that house before I embarked on more rule-breaking.
Once we were in her room, I shut the door behind me and stalked toward her. She moved backward until her legs collided with the bed.
“You look upset,” she said.
Frowning, I grabbed her spaghetti-stained shirt and tugged it over her head.
Blake let out a little squeak as I dipped my thumbs into the spandex shorts and tugged them all the way to her ankles. Thankfully, she stepped out of her flip-flops as well as the shorts.
I stood to my full height.
And blinked.
Was I hallucinating?
“You’re—” I coughed into my hand. “You’re”—I glanced away, seeking to restore the balance of power—“in a thong.” It was one thing to hear about her wearing one, but actually seeing the proof? Damn near intoxicating.
“They’re comfortable,” Blake said with a shrug. “And it’s not like I planned on getting a spaghetti bath or having my love coach strip me down to nothing.”
“Love coach.” I still wasn’t looking at her. “I love the way you say it.”
“Does this stripping have a purpose?”
I jerked my head in her direction. “Stripping should always have a purpose.”
Her eyebrows rose.
My eyes were fighting a battle with my head. My eyes wanted to stare at her nearly bare ass, while my head told me that there was no part of the screening process that involved me groping her smooth skin or asking her to turn around, bend over, and arch her back. Unfortunately.
Blake’s hair lay tousled around her shoulders, giving her this wild sex-kitten look that I was about 200 percent sure David wouldn’t know what to do with.
Damn David.
“Ian?”
“We need to wash your clothes,” I said dumbly.
“And I needed your help getting them off, or what?”
“Next lesson.” I seriously needed to get my mojo back before I lost my shit. “Kissing.”
Blake slumped onto the bed and let out a little whimper. “You read my answer. I’ve never been kissed.”
“I’m not going to kiss you.”
Her head jerked up, blue eyes burning a hole through my chest, making it itch, or tighten, or—what the hell was wrong with me? “No.”
“Is that normal? Do you usually kiss your clients or just teach them?”
“Each client is different,” I said smoothly. “But right now, I’m going to focus on teaching you how to get him to kiss you, as well as how to get him to see you in a sexual way. Think you can handle that?”
She nodded.
Her boobs bobbed slightly. I ruffled my hair and then stalked over to her small closet. “You got any giant hoodies in here or muumuus or something?”
Blake came up behind me. Her body heat blasted me. A few more inches and her breasts would be pressed up against my back, and in that position I could almost lean forward, then in one move twist her around so that she was in my arms, straddling me.
Too easy.
“Right”—her arm brushed mine—“here.”
“Honest moment.” I frowned at the ratty blue hoodie. “Why the hell do you wear clothes like this?”
Blake tossed it over her head and huffed out. “We all have our things, right?”
“Guess so.”
Funny, a day ago I wouldn’t have looked twice at her in that sweatshirt, but now that I was actually getting to know her? And knew what was underneath? It looked sexy as hell as it hung past her hips to midthigh. It teased me.
And I didn’t do well with teasing.
I was an instant-gratification type of guy.
She sat on the bed and crossed those gorgeous legs. My mind went wild with different possibilities, angles, positions.
“Ian?”
I rubbed my hands together. “Right. So tomorrow we’re going to work out together. I took another look at David’s schedule, and he works out from five a.m. until seven. We need to be at the gym before he gets there so we catch him by surprise. Your schedule said you typically work out as he’s leaving the gym. Is there a reason for that?”
Blake chewed on her thumbnail. I tugged her hand down and held it firm, my eyebrows arched as I waited for her answer. “I figure it’s the easiest way to get him to talk to me. If I show up at the end of his workout, he’s tired, and his walls aren’t up. Is that stupid?”
“No.” I was thoughtful. “Not stupid, just misinformed. The last thing a guy wants to do after he works out is flirt with a girl. Now, beforehand? Even during? No problem. Adrenaline pumps during workouts, and if a hot chick’s watching, you better believe the entire hour’s going to be eye-screwing.”
“You said hot chick.” Blake shrugged. “Not cute.”
“You’re hot,” I grumbled. “Believe me. Just wear one of the outfits we picked out, alright?”
She nodded, her chest puffing up slightly. I itched to unzip the hoodie. Five seconds, that’s all I needed, maybe six, then I’d walk out of the room and leave her to it.
“Right.” I removed my hands from hers. “So when he sees us together, we need to flirt. The issue is that you flinch most of the time when I touch you.”
“I do not!”
I cupped her face. She flinched, and then her eye twitched. “I’m touching your face, not spitting on your eye there, sweet cheeks.”
Her teeth clenched.
“Good.” I nodded. “That look right there, the very pissed-off one you’re giving me? It’s often confused with lust. So maybe I’ll just piss you off the entire workout. Shouldn’t be hard, just imagine me heckling you the entire time. In fact, imagine me staring at your ass and tits the entire time. Because I guarantee you, that will be happening. Ninety minutes in heaven. Can you believe I get paid for this shit?” I was goading her on purpose, even though I probably would be staring at her. Who wouldn’t?
Her chest heaved as she pushed against me. I used the weight of the push to pull her back on top of me. “Now”—I looked at our bodies as they pressed together—“say this happens tomorrow. What do you do?”
“Get off.” Blake tried to wiggle away. I locked my legs behind her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s incorrect.” I tugged my ankles against her ass, forcing her against my chest. “Next question. If we’re this close, do you fight, or give in?”
She was strong. I’d give her that. Blake tried to buck away from me, her hands dangerously close to my face.
“Fight.” Her lips nearly brushed mine. It was painful when she didn’t break the rest of the distance. The lust I was feeling for her was so unnatural I didn’t know what to do with it, so I tucked it away.
“Wrong.” I grinned, flipping her onto her back and pinning her arms above her head. “Body language is everything. You don’t want to appear too pissed at me, but you don’t want to be meek either. Right now you’re doing a good job balancing both of them. If things start going south, I may need to kiss you, and I need to know that if I do you aren’t going to knee me in the balls or scratch my eyes out.”
“I may.” Her teeth clenched as her eyes lowered toward the goods. A smug smile crossed her features. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
“Don’t play a player,” I instructed smugly. “It never works, sweet cheeks.”
“Why are you calling me ‘sweet cheeks’?”
I released her wrist and moved my hand down her side to her bare thigh, then very slowly inched my fingers around until I came into contact with one butt cheek. “Sweet cheeks.”
Rage crossed her features as she let out a little bellow and tried getting from underneath me.
“Lesson’s not over.” I pressed my body harder against hers. “If I kiss you, you don’t have to kiss me back, but don’t push me away. Just let it happen.”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because.” My position was starting to make my body ache in more ways than one. “If he sees us as too happy, he won’t think he has a chance. If we’re fighting, he’ll think you’re a bad lay, or worse yet, he’ll think you’re dramatic. We need the perfect medium. Just let it happen, and try not to lose your shit when you feel my tongue.”
“Is that necessary?” she asked, voice desperate.
“Not at all.” I grinned.
“I think lesson time’s over.” Blake glared.
“Great.” I jumped off of her and dusted my hands into the air. “I’ll pick you up at four thirty.”
“So early,” she grumbled. “This better work.”
“It’s never not worked.” I reached for the door. “Unless”—I turned to face her—“you’re having second thoughts?”
“No!” Blake stumbled toward me, getting her foot caught on the comforter.
I caught her before her face collided with the floor, but the impact of her body slammed me against the door.
Our mouths touched.
Accidently.
But in my current state, it was enough. Like lighting a fuse, pouring gasoline on top of a roaring fire.
I leaned in.
“You sick son of a bitch,” I heard Gabi yell. “Ian, get your ass down here now!”
“Aw, hell,” I grumbled as I released Blake, tore open the door, and ran down the stairs.
Gabi was currently beating her fists into Lex’s back as he carried her around the kitchen, his eyes frantic, like he was searching for a switch to swat her with.
“Everything okay down here?” I chuckled, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned against the doorframe.
“Oh, just great,” Gabi yelled, lifting her head briefly to make eye contact before slapping his ass again.
“A little to the left.” Lex bounced her up and down. “Or if you’re feeling really frisky, I can dig a squeeze.”
“I’m killing you in your sleep!” Gabi shouted.
“What happened?” I asked Lex while Gabi started cursing.
“That’s five bucks, slut,” Lex laughed. “We’re in the kitchen!” With his free hand, he scooted the jar to the end of the counter and then heaved Gabi toward it.
“You sick bastard!”
“I take it she found out about Serena?”
“Stop”—Gabi pounded his ass again—“sticking”—another smack—“your diseased”—two hits, and Lex burst out laughing—“dick”—I winced as Lex heaved her higher over his chest, and her face suddenly smacked his ass—“in my roommates!”
Lex smirked as he locked eyes on her. “It was an accident.”
“Accident.” Gabi’s eyes were wild as she moved her hand from his ass to his balls and squeezed.
With a heave, Lex dropped her. “Damn it!” She crumpled to the floor while Lex joined her, cupping himself. “You bitch!”
“It was an accident.” Gabi shrugged.
Sighing, I went over to help Gabi to her feet. “Look at the bright side. At least now, you won’t constantly worry about him seducing her. It only took a day.”
Gabi glared at both of us.
Lex used her head to help him stand, then limped toward me. “I think it’s time to leave.”
“Wait!” Gabi stood and held out the swear jar. “Two bucks.”
“Are you shitting me?” Lex roared.
“Three.” Her face broke out into a saucy grin as she shook the jar.
My eyebrows shot up in respect as Lex let out a string of curse words, then dumped a ten-dollar bill into the jar and pinched her cheek. “I hate odd numbers.”
“Make sure you get tested at the free clinic, Lex. Who knows what you’re carrying now.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be clean before I bang you.” He winked.
She lunged again, so I pushed Lex toward the door. “Time to go, man.” I waved at Gabi. “See ya next week for lasagna!”
“You can stick your lasagna up your—”
I slammed the door on her tirade.
“Dude.” I chuckled. “You really need to learn when to stop.”
“Can’t.” Lex pushed past me. “One day I really am going to kill her. Or she’s going to kill me. Hope you don’t mind bailing your two best friends out of prison.”
“Is it really that impossible for you two to get along?”
Lex’s sour expression said everything. And if that wasn’t enough, he continued cursing Gabi’s name as he got into his car and peeled away from the house.