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“Why, of course I do, dear,” he answers.
I roll my eyes at him but pour some into his outstretched mug, then start cleaning up.
“So, tell me, Christian, right?”
I hear Willow ask as I clean out the coffeepot with my back to them. Christian mumbles something around his food, and she takes it as a yes.
“How do you guys know each other?”
Oh fuck, why is this happening to me?
“Well, it’s a really great story. I’m so glad you asked.” At his reply, I look over my shoulder to see that cocky grin back on his face and send him a warning glare. But I know it’s pointless. Christian is a showman. Constantly telling jokes and doing virtually anything to get attention, so for him to dial it down for my sake won’t even register in his brain.
“The two of us went to college together in New York, and when I first laid eyes on him, he was buck naked.”
I expect her to laugh, but her body seems to stiffen at the statement. I look at her and catch her eye, and she seems to shake out of whatever she was thinking. She laughs lightly, but it’s fake, and I know it. Her real laugh reaches her eyes, and I hate this one.
“Oh, please go on; I have to know every detail of this story,” she says.
I turn back to cleaning, and Christian continues. “So, our boy here was in the locker room.”
“Minding my own business, thank you,” I add.
“He was, but I was trying to get in the business of a blonde, if you know what I mean.”
Her laugh is genuine now, and I start to relax.
“So she and I are making out, and I’m backing her into the nearest room, which just so happens to be the locker room, and by the time I have her skirt up, and I’m almost in that sweet spot, I hear this cock blocker, yelling.”
He rolls his eyes dramatically like I was such an inconvenience, but I could easily bring up his blocking this morning.
Willow is tearing up laughing at this point, and I smile at the sound.
“First off, sweet spot? Ew! Second, fucking hilarious.” She claps her hands together and continues laughing her ass off.
“Hey, who’s side are you on here?” I tease, giving her a reassuring grin and hoping things can get back to our usual comfort.
“There he stood with his hands covering his huge cock,” I roll my eyes as Christian continues, and even I have to laugh at his antics, “Yelling at us that we can’t fuck in there when someone’s trying to shower. He said we have to wait until it’s empty like everyone else.”
“Oh, so he knew from experience and was maybe just jealous,” she whispers the last part like I’m not supposed to hear it.
Christian nods, and as soon as he opens his big mouth again, I grab him by the shoulders, pull him to his feet, and start pushing him towards my front door.
“See you later, buddy,” I crowd him as he drags his feet, still chewing toast and luckily unable to argue. “Thanks for stopping by. Too bad you have to leave so soon. Bye.” I close the door on his stupid, laughing face.
When I head back, Willow starts to sober. She’s still smiling, but I see the conversation we need to have, weighs on her shoulders. But she hides it well, leaning back against the island counter on her elbows. I know this is uncomfortable for her too, and I wish I could offer her something to make this deal worth it.
“So, that’s Christian. He’s a douchebag,” I say, smiling at her and taking the seat Christian vacated.
“He’s a good storyteller. I could almost imagine your hands over your huge cock,” she says, emphasizing huge, and I spit out the coffee I was drinking, spraying it all over the counter. Her beautiful laughter fills the apartment and gets louder when I look over at her, my chin still dripping with the hot beverage.
“You think that’s funny?” Unable to help it, my fingers find her waist, and I tickle her as she wiggles with laughter.
“Oh my gosh, stop it,” she says breathlessly, and I reluctantly release her but don’t pull back. Our faces are inches apart. I breathe in her escaped sigh as our eyes catch, and I can’t seem to look away. The tension from earlier is back, but we have so much to discuss. I know it would be wrong to take this moment to kiss her. I force my body back into my chair and clear my throat. She looks flushed, her cheeks still red. She turns around to stare at her empty plate.
“I’ll do it.” Willow’s voice is so soft, I almost miss the words.
“You’ll do what?”
“I’ll help you get the CEO spot.”
“You don’t have to, Willow. This is my mess; you don’t owe me anything.”
“Oh, I know that, and yet I’m still willing to help you. You’ve done a lot for me, and in all honesty, this is a small thank you, so I’ll do it,” she says and turns again, this time facing me with the confidence I love seeing in her. I can’t believe my ears when she says the words, and I hop to my feet. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck.
“Thank you. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I can pay for all the repairs to your shop and buy you the fucking building if you want. Name it, and it’s yours.” I smile against the soft skin of her neck and feel her pulse quicken. I slowly back away, running my hands down her arms, enjoying the way she feels.
“Okay.” She points at me like she’s about to teach me something. “That was your only chance to say something stupid without getting junk punched. I have a mountain of paperwork to get through for the insurance company. You can help me understand it all.” I smile at the small task and wonder if maybe she just wants to spend time with me. Could I be so lucky?
“Of course, anything,” I respond.
