I grin, suddenly realizing that she meansDPcould stand for double penetration instead of Duhring Park.
Opening the shirt, I reread it and grin.
Let's hope Betty is right because I'm desperate for Jameson's pipe. Behind all the grunts and grumbles, he looks like a man who aims to please, and boy, do I want to make him lose control with me.
I squeeze my thighs tightly and take a deep breath. "I'm going for the special. What does everyone else want to drink?"
Chapter three
Jameson
"Done for the day, everyone. You can head home, and I'll see you at six tomorrow morning."
I sigh, looking around the worksite and mentally calculating our timeline. This is the biggest project we've taken on as a crew, and it's with our friends, no less. I can't imagine two people I want to see this work out for more than Violet and Brooks. I just want to make sure we do the place justice.
"Jameson," Max calls out to me. "You want to meet Slate over at McGurdy's for a cold one?"
I open my mouth to say no, but I haven't seen Slate in a while. "Maybe in a few. I'll text you." I should find a way to distract myself. It's like Naomi's hands are burned onto my body. What Iwouldn't give to take her up on her offer and let her... take care of me.
I clear my throat and subtly adjust myself. It's not a good idea to get hard on a job site surrounded by your friends. I strategically position my clipboard in front of my crotch as they call out goodbyes. Suddenly, I'm alone, and the only noise is the soft music coming from the studio space.
Like a goddamn siren's call.
Staying as far away from the annex as I can manage, I walk through the building, jotting down notes for tomorrow's list. There was a lot of progress today, which is encouraging, and no thanks to me. I could barely focus after this morning.
After a day of contemplation, I have to admit to myself that something about Naomi makes me want to drop all my walls. My heart has never felt anything like this before. Addictive adrenaline… but also peace. It's crazy and makes me feel out of control, which is something I swore I would never allow again.
I sigh. This is ridiculous. I need to get my head on straight and focus on the job. She's moved here, so anything I'm trying to work through right now will still be here next month when I'm not as busy.
Unless she starts dating someone before then.
The tight ball of rage at the center of my chest at that thought is unwelcome, but it's there nonetheless.
As I head back downstairs to the main floor, the light tinkling of metal makes me pause on the top step. I cock my head, listening carefully, and a soft whimper reaches my ears.
"What the hell is that?"
The sun is going down, so I use the flashlight on my phone to lead the way, shining it into each room until I reach the end where we store materials. We should have full power in the next few days, but for now, we try to use as much daylight as possible,which makes it tricky to navigate the job site at night. I'm usually gone by now, strictly for safety concerns.
As I angle my phone into the room, the light catches a pile of soft brown fur, and two sad eyes stare back at me.
"Fred!" I run toward him and realize he has his foot stuck in the plastic sheeting the drywall came in. The plastic is lodged under some tools, locking him in place. He pulls his foot, whimpering at the resistance. "Aww, buddy. Hold on."
I quickly lift the air compressor and nail guns off the plastic. Fred tries to pull his foot free again, but it's still stuck on his toenail. Bending, I pull out my pocket knife and cut away the plastic. Once free, Fred stands and shakes before burying his wet nose into my legs and licking my hands in thanks.
"How long have you been up here?" I scratch his ears, then stand, patting my leg so he follows me. The second I notice his limp, I bend and gather him into my arms. "Dude, you are heavier than you look."
Fred happily licks my face, and I grumble at him to stop as I carry him down the hallway back to his home.
"Fred!" Naomi calls from up ahead, her voice filled with worry and dread.
"I've got him. He's okay," I reassure her.
"Oh, my god. Jameson? I'm so sorry."
I turn the corner, my gaze landing on the blue eyes that bring me to my knees every time.
Naomi's brow furrows. "I was making dinner and had my music turned up. I don't know when he got out."
