Page 8 of His Turn

Chapter Three - Bric

My phone buzzes on the bedside table. I lift up my head, confused as to whether it’s morning or night, then decide I don’t really care and let it drop back onto the pillow.

The phone stops buzzing, goes to voicemail. But a few seconds later it buzzes again.

I make a grab for it, miss, and it slides off the table and drops to the floor.

“Fuck,” I grumble, reaching down to pick it up again. I read the screen. Jordan. “What?” I say into the phone.

“We’re coming up.”

“Who?” I ask, still confused.

“Are you… sleeping?” he asks.

“Who?” I say again, ignoring his question.

“Nadia and me,” he says. “We’re just finishing up dinner. Be up in ten.”

He ends the call before I can say anything else, so I just stare at it for a second, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

I roll over, sighing heavily, and check the time. Seven-thirty.

I slept all goddamned day.

I close my eyes, not caring.

Pounding on my front door wakes me again. “Goddammit!” I yell. Can’t I have a fucking day to myself without people demanding attention?

But the pounding continues. Relentlessly. I swing my legs out of bed, walk out to the front room half naked, and pull the door open. “What the fuck?”

Jordan is standing there with the girl from last night. “Jesus Christ, man,” Jordan says, pushing past me. “Pull yourself together, Bric.”

He leaves Nadia at the door.

We stare at each other. Her eyes dip down to my bare chest, then slowly come back up to meet mine again.

I stand aside to let her in, and she enters. Silently. Just like last night. Bitch is playing with me, I can tell.

“Did you go to work today?” Jordan asks as he pours drinks into two cut-crystal glasses at my bar.

“I live at work, asshole.” I’m pissed off for a dozen reasons right now. He woke me up, twice. He’s drinking my best bottle of brandy, and he brought that game piece to my apartment. Not to mention that they are both dressed and I’m wearing—I look down at myself—pajama pants and nothing else. Add in the fact that I don’t like this girl, he’s brought her here for us to share, and I’m not in the mood for sex, let alone sharing sex, and yeah. Plenty of reasons for me to be pissed off.

“Get out,” I growl. I’m talking to Jordan but I’m looking at the girl.

She doesn’t even give me the courtesy of a scowl.

Bitch.

“No,” Jordan says. “I’ve brought Nadia back for a second chance. She’s sorry she wasn’t more accommodating last night and she’d like to try again.”

I stare at her. She stares back.

“Isn’t that right, Nadia?” Jordan asks.

“That’s right, Jordan,” she says. Her voice is… nice. A little deeper than I expected since she’s so young and her face is… kinda sweet. A little bit innocent.

Everything about her screams liar.