Page 41 of Breaking Hollywood

“Baaahhh!”

“There it is again.” I sit forward, listening. “It sounds like a…sheep. You hear it?”

“It must be the TV in the living room. I was watching a nature program. Enjoy your breakfast.” She quickly closes my bedroom door, disappearing off.

I stare at the door. That was weird.

I shrug it off and get on with eating my breakfast. When I’m done, I get up, using my crutches, and take a piss. Pissing and balancing on crutches is not easy, as I’ve discovered.

Neither is trying to brush your teeth. Who knew having a broken foot would be such a pain in the ass?

I look at the shower with longing. I’m dying to get in it, but it just seems like too much hassle right now. I’ll have to get another bath soon. Have Speedy get me out again.

God, that was so much fun yesterday, watching her get all flustered. Not so much fun when her shirt got all wet. I could see her lacy bra through it, and my dick started getting hard.

I go back into my bedroom and grab a fresh pair of boxer shorts, a tank, and a pair of athletic shorts.

Getting dressed is a pain as well.

I’ve just gotten the athletic shorts on when my cell rings. I reach over and grab it off my nightstand.

Tate.

“Hey, asshole,” I say.

“Is that any way to greet your baby brother?” He chuckles.

“It’s the only way to greet you.”

“How are you doing?”

“Okay.”

“Has Ava been there, taking care of you?”

“Yeah. She’s here now.”

“She stayed over?”

“No, assface. She went home last night and came back early this morning.”

“Maybe you should ask her to stay over. Make things easier.”

I laugh. Having Speedy stay overnight in my house would make this far from easy. I know it would definitely make something very, very hard. Not that my dick isn’t often hard around her as it is.

“No, Tate, I’m not asking her to stay over. She’s doing enough for me as it is.”

“You could pay her, like a live-in, while you get better.”

“I’ve got a broken foot, not a broken back.”

But he’s right; I should pay her. It’s not right, having her give up her time for me when she should be using that time to find herself a new job.

I’ve just got to find a way to offer her money for caring for me without insulting her. Because I know for a fact that she’ll be insulted when I offer.

“Well, okay. I’m on shift all day till ten.”

“You work too many hours.”