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“Oh!”
It takes a lot to shock my mother, but apparently, I’ve done just that. I smile proudly at her until her shock wears off. That’s when I realize I shouldn’t have jumped the gun. Because now she’s wearing a smirk that resembles my own.
“Dude, finally!” Brady says as soon as I open the door to our apartment.
“What the hell are you still doing up?” I ask, tossing my keys and wallet in the bowl we keep on the counter.
“Waiting for your bitch ass. I wanted to hear about the new intern. Is she hot?”
Jesus. I should have expected this.
Scratch that.
I never should have told him about the new intern.
“She’s nice. Smart. Picked up on things really quick. Yes, she’s pretty. No, I don’t want to discuss her with you.”
“But—"
“It’s been a hell of a night, Brady. I’ve been up since before the sun graced us with its presence, and all I want right now is a shower and to fall into bed.”
And dream about the girl with the jade green eyes who has me tied up in knots.
“Hot or cold?”
“What?”
“Hot or cold shower? It’ll tell me all I need to know.” Brady wiggles his eyebrows at me. I know he’s looking for a reaction, and he gets one. My middle finger raised high as I turn my back on him and head straight for my bedroom.
The answer to his question—cold.
Because I can still smell Piper, and I’m replaying my entire day over and over again. Seeing her in class this morning. Her standing next to my mother. Finding out she’s my new intern. But mostly the look in her eyes when I was walking toward her.
They were begging me. For what? I don’t know.
To kiss her or to walk away. Maybe something in between.
And the strength it took not to do either, to stay by her side and agree to everything she was asking of me, almost broke me. Because I'm not ashamed of working with Piper. I understand the need for secrecy, though.
The minds of our friends—cough, Brady, cough—have a way of running wild. If he knew Piper was my new intern, he'd assume we were already banging. That the tension that's been building over the years finally caused me to snap, and I'd taken her on my office desk.
Which would be really fucking hot, but a lie.
Flicking off my light, I crawl under my covers and enjoy the feel of the cool sheets against my skin. Laying on my back, I stare up at the ceiling, once again replaying the night in my head.
Did I imagine the way she was looking at me?
The way she seemed to shiver when our arms brushed?
Or the look in her eye when I was thinking about devouring her lips?
Am I making this all up in my head? Seeing more than is really there?
Piper and I have always been friends. She's fun to talk to. Cool to hang out with. Laid back but can hold a conversation about almost anything, including baseball which is a huge turn-on for me.
She's never acted shy around me, or scared. She's also never been clingy like most girls. Hell, the only time I can remember her touching me in any type of intimate way was when she rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep.
It's one of my favorite memories.
