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Is it to drive me insane? Possibly.
But there’ssomething.
“You contact all of the potential fundraisers for me.”
“Yeah, which is why I think you can handle texting our sweet neighbor and bugging her.” Her hand with black, painted nails pushes the phone my way, and I stare at it like it’s poisonous.
“You’re being a fucking baby, Coleman,” she says, looking at me with a taunting look, and I want to strangle her.
Mostly because I know that look, and she knows I can’t back down from a taunt.
Friends who know you well are shitty. I don’t care what anyone says.
Still, I reach over and grab my phone, scrolling to Lola’s contact and opening a new message, seeing our previous conversations in the chat box.
God why am I such a dick to her?
Because it’s fun, and she drives you wild in a way you didn’t expect.
I shake my head to getthatthought moving as I start to type. Hattie leaves the room with a smile on her lips like she just won some fight I didn’t know we were having.
She’s got some master plan, and I’m afraid to know what it is.
Me: Hey, I need to get a final list for the auction. Can you send me a description of what you’re donating? Hattie needs to add it to the site.
There.
Easy. Professional. Not a dick.
Thoughts of how Lola reacts when I am a dick run through my mind.
The way her eyes get dark and her jaw gets tight.
The way she moaned when I kissed her. When I finally had those braids that have been taunting me wrapped around my hand, positioning her the way I like, the way I wanted to keep her.
The way she tasted, the way her body fit so fucking well with mine.
Then my mind moves to other parts of this woman who is driving me endlessly insane.
Her fucking stubbornness.
The way shenever fucking locks her doors.
The loud fucking music and her shitty singing.
That bruise.
That bruise she brushed aside.
That bruise which sure as fuck did not come from a heavy bag, but the fingers of someone bigger than Lola.
There is more to Lola Turner than meets the eye.
I’m starting to wonder if anything I’ve thought about her was right at all.
From the table, my phone vibrates.
I shake my head, reaching for it and trying to ignore the thoughts about Lola that never seem far from the surface these days.
