"Does Jules know what happened between you and Jess at the strip club?" I asked Dylan, trying to shut down his crazy fucking idea. By the way he paled I was guessing the answer was a big fat no.
"What happened with him and Jess?" Jules asked.
"Oh, so you haven't told her. Well, please let me fill you in!" I flopped down on the empty side of their black leather L-shaped couch to get comfy for story time. "So back when Tyler and Jess were dating, Dylan and I stopped by the strip club to see her. She'd invited us, and well, we couldn't resist seeing her naked."
Jules scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Jess was a stripper?" Lacy asked with a gaping mouth.
"Yep. So, there we are in a back room, getting a private lap dance from Jess when things … heated up."
"Will, don't," Dylan warned me, then stood up and started pacing nervously.
"And? What happened?" Jules asked. Dylan cursed and I smiled. Payback was a bitch.
"Jess was sprawled out naked on Dylan's lap. He'd been feeling her up, knowing that she was seeing Tyler … "
"You felt her up too," Dylan interrupted.
"Not like you did. Dylan had both of his hands full of her breasts," I told them, making Jules gasp. "Then when Jess sat up, his dick and her bare pussy became closely acquainted. The two tongue fucked each other until they both got off on the dry humping. Although, if I remember correctly, it wasn't all that dry for either of you was it?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jules jumped up and asked in her husband's face.
"Because that was a year before we even started dating. It was before Tyler and Jess were even seriously dating. He was just fucking her. I didn't find out until after it was over that she was pregnant with the twins."
"She was pregnant when you did that!" Jules exclaimed.
"Yes, but I didn't know. She was only a few weeks along, so it wasn't like she had a huge belly or anything."
"What did Tyler say when he found out? He does know, right?" Jules turned and asked me.
"Oh yeah," I assured her. "The day he found out he came over and slammed Dylan against my apartment wall, threatening serious bodily harm if he ever looked at Jess naked again," I told her. "A few weeks later, Tyler and Jess got married, and somehow Dylan still got invited to their wedding."
"Wow," Jules said, shaking her head. "I can't believe you didn't tell me. And now you want her to be your assistant!?" she yelled the question.
"Yes, but seeing her naked that one time has nothing to do with it," Dylan replied. "I love you, baby and I married you because I know I'll never want anyone else. You and Jess are friends now, and you know Jess would never even think of cheating on Tyler."
"I can't believe you failed to inform me of that little fact," Jules said, before she stormed off for their bedroom.
"Thanks a lot, you jackass! You just initiated our first fight as a married couple," Dylan said, throwing his hands up in annoyance.
"Hey, this is all your fault for keeping it from your wife while you were plotting."
"Get the fuck out of my apartment," he barked. "Now I'm probably not going to get laid tonight!"
"Don't say that shit around me! She might be your wife, but she's still my little sister, asshole," I told him on the way to the door. Lacy quickly followed, clearly trying to get away from the drama.
We'd barely stepped out of the apartment before the door slammed shut behind us.
"So, how'd they lure you over here?" I asked Lacy, after I pushed the button to call the elevator.
"I asked if I could do a story on Dylan, about the brewery's success that started locally, and building Safe Haven for his wife. I thought it might have the potential to go national, you know with all their factories across the country, and help me get a job. Dylan and Jules thought it would be great publicity for the brewery, and for Safe Haven."
"Oh."
"Did you know they're already building Safe Haven facilities in New York and Chicago? Dylan really loves your sister," she said.
"Yeah, I know," I muttered.
The elevator doors opened. After we climbed in I hit the button for the first floor parking lot. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered what we'd done on here that first night.
"Stop it," Lacy said.
"What?" I glanced over her and asked innocently. She looked just as gorgeous as ever in a tight fitting, sleeveless lemon colored shirt and low-rise dark denim shorts. Her matching bright yellow heels made her long, tan, legs even sexier.
"I know what you're thinking about."
"Because it's what you're thinking about too. Have you destroyed that video yet?" I asked curiously.
"No," she said, and her stunning face turned bright red.
"Why not?" I asked in surprise.
"Because, well … it's pretty hot, you know," she said with a smile.
"Oh, I know." I may not have a copy of it, but I could never forget it.
"My dad thinks I'm seeing Zack again," she said.
"Okay?"
"So, he shouldn't be worried about where I am or what I'm doing."
"That's good for you, I guess," I said, wondering if she was trying to make me jealous. She didn't have to even try.
"You don't want to get naked with me?" she asked. I just stared at her, thinking I had to be hallucinating.
"What was that?"
"God, Will. You don't make it easy, do you? Do you want me to go home with you or not?"
"Yes! Of course that's what I want, but it's not worth the risk."
"I'm not worth the risk, you mean," she said, as she looked away with a scowl.
"This isn't just about my job. Jess and Tyler have twins, and her brother is getting ready to go off to college. I can't be responsible for her losing her job and insurance, or doing the same to Joe. So no, it's not worth the risk."
"But Dylan's offered her a job working for him?"
I laughed. "Yeah, Dylan tries to throw money at all of us. He offered Jess double what's she's making now, and all the time off she wants."
"That sounds like a pretty good deal."
"Right. He doesn't need an assistant, he's just trying to come up with a way to get rid of his fortune."
"Sounds like a nice thing for him to want to do for her. Using all that wealth to help out a friend...what better way to spend it?"
"Yeah, but some people like to actually earn things for themselves, not have it handed to them."
"Unlike me, you mean?" she asked, her face red with anger.
"If the ridiculously expensive, designer shoe fits … " I replied, looking down at the shiny ones currently on her perfectly manicured feet.
"You bastard," she said, taking a step towards me. Then all hell broke loose.
Lacy pushed my chest with both her palms, slamming my back against the elevator wall, then she was on me. Her mouth crashed down onto mine as she grabbed me around my neck. My hands went down to both of her ass cheeks while our tongues locked, frantic and desperate against each other's. At least until the elevator dinged, opening on the first floor. I looked around her and saw several people staring at us, waiting for us to get off the elevator. Lacy jerked away from me, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then stalked off in the direction of the parking lot.
Finally, I was able to make my feet follow. After the incredible kiss I couldn't think clearly, and decided this must be what it feels like to completely lose your mind.
"Eighteen-thirteen Bridford Parkway, apartment 2-D," I called out to Lacy's retreating back. She came to a stop beside a brand new black Mercedes convertible, and glanced over her shoulder at me. Giving me a nod she climbed into her car and I jumped into my truck, wondering if she'd actually show up at my place.
Chapter Nine
Lacy
Stupid. What I was doing was beyond stupid, but even knowing that, for some reason I was doing it anyway. Maybe because Joe's flirting all week long had me strung out, or more likely because I just simply couldn't resist being with Will.
It was dark, but I still parked several buildings away before heading to Will's apartment, not wanting to chance anyone seeing me. I texted Kylie and told her not to wait up for me. I didn't want to be presumptuous, but I was hoping Will wanted me to spend the whole night. I mean, why half-ass it if we were taking such a crazy chance of getting caught together?
I knocked on the door of apartment 2-D, and a second later Will opened it.
"Hey," he said, almost shyly.
"Hey."
"Come on in. It's not much … " he trailed off and stepped aside for me to enter the foyer.
His words made my chest tighten. He thought he wasn't good enough for me because he wasn't rich, and I didn't want him to have those insecurities. Other than initially lying to me when we first met, he was a great guy and had a very nice apartment. From the hardwood floors, to the vaulted ceilings and cream colored furniture, it was amazing. But most importantly, I knew he had worked hard to be able to live on his own and pay his own bills. I envied him. I didn't want to have to depend on my father, especially when he was acting like a complete ass. I wanted to find my own way too.