So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(110)
She pushes me away and straightens her top. “Nothing. We’re not doing a thing.”
I turn to Leigh and grin. “Didn’t feel like nothing to me.”
Leigh’s eyes shine. “Yeah, and it sure didn’t look like nothing from over here.”
Kelsey steps around me and grabs her friend by the elbow. “C’mon. Adam is just leaving.”
“I am?”
She glares at me, her blue eyes ice-cold and hard. “Yes. You are. I really appreciate your help. Thank you. Have a nice afternoon.”
“Kelsey, that’s not very nice.” Leigh frowns at her friend.
I lean against the doorjamb. “Yeah. That’s not very nice, considering what a huge favor I just did for you.”
Kelsey props her hands at her hips and looks from Leigh to me and then back. Her fake smile quickly fades. “You did do me a favor. Thank you—again. Let me know if I can somehow return the favor by helping you out some other time.”
I wink at Leigh and turn to Kelsey. “Actually, there is something I need.”
She sighs as though she’s exhausted. “And what would that be?”
“I need a date.”
“I’ve already told you—”
Leigh interrupts her. “That doesn’t sound like too much to ask. What kind of date?”
“There’s this thing I’m supposed to attend. It’s a charity fundraiser for wounded vets. You think you’d mind putting on those sassy red heels and going with me?”
Kelsey and Leigh answer at the same time. “Charity?”
Leigh cocks her head. “You can’t say no to that. It’s charity. You’re a patriotic American. You don’t want to be that person—the one who won’t support our wounded veterans.”
I hold up my hand to Leigh. She slaps it for a high-five.
Kelsey’s glare could burn a hole through my forehead. “Fine. One date. To the fundraiser and home. That’s all. I told you, I’m extremely busy.”
Leigh coughs into her hand. “She ain’t that busy.”
Kelsey throws her hands in the air. “Is this a freaking conspiracy?”
TWELVE
Chloe jumps into my lap.
“Nope. Momma’s working. You need to go play somewhere else.”
Not to be deterred, she hops up again and puts her paws on my shoulders, rubbing the top of her head beneath my chin.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” I try to get her to lie down by pushing her hindquarters into a sitting position. “C’mon, I have work to do.”
Not that any of it is getting done. The well of words that flowed so freely before my nasty divorce seems to have gone dry.
And Leigh was completely wrong. Getting licked did not fix it.
On that thought, I slide my pointer to the internet browser.
Email is always a good place to find a reasonable distraction.
People have to check their email, it would be irresponsible not to. Right?
I click the one from DATE.COM.
Never know, could be the man of my dreams.
Chloe looks up at me and lets out an extra-vocal meow.
I scratch the top of her head. “Yeah, you’re right—probably not.”
From NextDoor.
NextDoor? As in Boy Next Door? Oh no—if it is, with a username like that, I bet he’s one of those wholesome guys who’d be more than slightly offended that in those word-cloud thingies, when applied to my books, the largest word to show up ninety percent of the time is either pussy or cock.
I shrug and open the email anyway.
Hey. How was your day?
Simple. But better than some of the emails I get. At least he doesn’t sound like a creeper.
I hit reply.
Not terrible. You?
I send the email and go grab another cup of coffee.
As I drop into my chair and spin to my desk, my email notification chimes.
It’s another one from DATE.COM.
And again, from NextDoor.
That was lightning quick.
My day’s looking up since I got your email.
I click on his profile name, and his photo pops up.
Oh my.
Damn.
A little déjà vu wriggles around in the back of my mind.
Maybe I’ve met this guy.
But he has a scar across his jaw—a good, strong jaw too.
No. There’s no way I know him. I’d remember a face as good-looking as his, with a scar like that. Too distinctive not to. Must remind me of someone else.
Scrolling through his photos, I sit up in my chair, leaning closer to the screen.
There are only six pictures of him. But man-oh-man—the six he chose—so much better than the crappy bathroom selfies and half-blurry beach photos most of the other guys post.
He poses in a desert, his tight black T stretched across his uber-muscular pecs in one of them. Tats trail down his arms, but from the distance the photo was taken, it’s hard to tell what they are. Another shows him in some kind of fancy dress uniform. Must be military. No hairy chest pictures, which is good because some of those look oddly rug-like.