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Shit.
I didn’t let Bridget finish because I got everything I needed. I bolted to the front door. “I have to go.”
“What? Now? What’s the matter?” she called, chasing after me. Scout came racing up and gave me a woof.
“Diarrhea.”
“Wh–what?”
Yeah, I shocked the hell out of her. No one questioned diarrhea.
“Oh, um… well, this house has five bathrooms,” she reminded as I kept moving. “You can have any one of them and I’ll, um, leave you to it.”
“No, not here,” I called from the end of the walk.
“Um, okay, well, feel better!”
Like I said, no one bothered you when you had the shits. I was in my car and peeling down the driveway before Bridget had the front door closed.
Tom Zajik was Mr. STD. His raging case of chlamydia wasn’t going to be resolved by the antibiotics I prescribed the day before. Which meant his dick was dangerous if he put it anywhere near Mallory’s pussy… or her mouth.
Fuck me.
No, Tom was in danger if he got near Mallory. I wasn’t sure what Mav had planned for that asshole MIT professor, but I was going to make it look like a little booboo in comparison if Mr. STD shared more than small talk with Mallory.
Fuck. Mallory was going to sleep with the guy. She made her intent clear. Her vagina was practically untried, and she wasn’t protected by any birth control method besides condoms, even if she got in to see the OBGYN referral already.
She was any man’s wet dream.
Hell, she was mine.
I had to stop her. To keep from fucking the wrong guy. Because if she wanted a dick, she’d get mine. Big, disease free, and all hers.
8
MALLORY
Tom Zajik was a nice guy.A ginger who looked like the actor fromGrey’s Anatomy, minus the Scottish accent, although he did seem to know quite about the history of Scotland, and the US Civil War. It wasn’t all that exciting because I wasn’t much of a history buff, but it did prove he was smart. A deep thinker. We spent dinner swapping student stories and the differences between teaching littles and teenagers. He was thoughtful, insightful, interesting, kinda cute, although onlyhandsomelike Bridge said. And he had the bladder of a peanut.
He paid the check, and we were leaving the restaurant when he diverted to the men’s room near the entrance. He knew exactly where it was because he’d already gone twice. Yeah, peanut bladder.
I stood in the lobby waiting for him and stared up at the vaulted entry, the logs that made the entire place blend in with the whole western theme. Was this it? Would he ask me to go back to his place? Should I ask him to follow me home for a nightcap? Who said nightcap anyway? Whatwasa nightcap?
Fudge. I thought I was supposed to be hot and bothered from being with a guy, not anxious and–
“Mal.”
I spun on my cute heel I got at an end of season sale last year. My anxious thinking made me miss Tom’s return.
And Theo.
Theo James.
What the… what? Why was Theo here?
They stood side by side eyeing me. Next to Theo, Tom was a golden retriever, all earnest and gentle, filled with random facts about something that happened a century ago. Theo was big, broad, and looked like a grumpy badass. Not that he appeared ready to kick the shit out of anyone, but his usual intense stare was in full force. I felt small, feminine, and a little flustered whenever I was in his vicinity. And my vagina? The one that was the topic of our conversation the day before? Yeah, her. She was into Theo, pretty much crying at the sight of him.
Which meant I got wet just looking at the guy.
