Justin stares at them, then hits his brother. “You ate my whole fucking meal!”
“Duh!”
I raise my eyebrows at Justin that he should know better. “That’s what happens when you leave it unguarded. But I have a feeling she’ll get you more.”
Up walks Tanny Walters with blue-tipped fingers twined around three ice-cold bottles.
“These are on me,” she smiles, eyes locked with Justin’s. It’s instantly clear she really likes the guy, and that she’s in over her head. Jason and I exchange a look, because she has no idea she’s being obvious and that it’s never gonna happen.
Women tend to get their panties in a bunch over our family. Partly because we aren’t a fucking bunch of pussies, and partly because of the money. And prestige.
It just makes us jaded, suspicious, and guarded, knowing this. And besides, Justin will marry a woman who will look good to voters.
But he will never turn down free pussy or free beer.
Justin takes them from Tanny and uses the Southern drawl he lays on thick when charming people into doing what he wants. “Well, now isn’t that sweet of you.”
“Least I could do,” she says, thinking she’s mysterious. We know exactly why she bought this round. Payback for the big O he just granted her. Flashing a smile around the table, she floats off, but not before glancing suggestively to him over her shoulder on her way.
He waves.
“I’m going to puke,” Jason mutters, low enough for just us.
“I’m right behind ya. Shit, Justin. How long that take you?” He shrugs and looks from his empty plate to Jason’s, then to mine. I’ve still got a few morsels left. “Don’t touch my food. I’m not kidding.”
His hands go up. “Alright!” He stares at my fries.
“Stop it.”
“Going to have to order some more food,” Justin smirks, giving up. “You never answered me earlier.”
I remember the question. “You took off before I had the chance to. You think with your dick. It’s like having dinner with a gnat, that’s your attention span.”
“Only when there’s a woman around who touches my leg like she did. Door was open. You would have walked through it.”
I shrug. Tanny’s not my type. She’s not his, either, but that wouldn’t stop him from a temporary tongue-to-pussy-lashing if there’s a private place to do it. A place only someone who worked here would know about.
“So, I’ll ask you again. How’s your female roomie situation coming along?”
Shaking my head at his emphasis on the word coming, I sip my fresh, cold beer and set it down. “She keeps to herself. Paid me a deposit and first month, plus prorated the extra days.”
My mind travels back to this morning when Drew came out of the bathroom with a towel around her head and body, and saw me waiting my turn.
“Oh, were you waitin’ long?”
“Nah, just made coffee and came over.”
She tucked loose wet strands under the towel-turban and smiled shyly at me. “I thought you got ready for work later than this.”
“Have to go in early today.” At her apologetic expression, I cut her off. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not late.”
“Oh,” she glanced to my bare chest.
“I like your outfit,” I smirked.
“Your tailor made it for me,” she dryly threw back.
“Ha.”
“Well, have a good day.”
She headed to her room leaving a fruity soap smell lingering in the air. I stared at the back of her bare calves, and went in to take my own shower. Had a good run at myself in there. Cold water did nothing to abate the horniness that’s becoming increasingly more insistent every time we have these brief exchanges. It’s the first time a woman has wanted to get away from me. She always leaves first. It’s intriguing and irritating at the same time.
I shrug to Justin and add, “All good so far.”
“You gonna hit it?” Justin asks.
Jason is staring at me like he wants to know, too.
“Naw.” I take another sip because the truth is I don’t know. Plus it’s none of Justin’s business. And I don’t want to explain why I haven’t already. It’s been over two weeks she’s been living in my home. It’s weird having a woman there, but even weirder that I’m starting to like it. “Want rent paid on time.”
They both grin, and Jason calls me out. “You don’t need the money, Jake. Who do you think you’re kidding here?”
“We know you. What’s up with the girl?”
I shrug again and pop the last fry in my mouth. “Not interested.”