How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,26
at the same time.
Light bulbs went off above their heads.
“Oh, wow,” Lake said. “I can see it. It really does look like a very healthy co-”
“Don’t say it!” I yelled.
“What?” Lake asked. “A cock. A nice cock. I mean, look at that curve.”
“Oh, yes,” Sunny said. “At that angle, can you imagine what that would hit inside of you?”
“Talk about rocking your chakra,” Joni said with a snort.
“Ahh… no…,” I said. “This is terrible.”
“Callie, stop,” Mom said. “It’s bamboo. So it’s in the shape of a very nice curved penis. Is that the worst thing in the world?”
I turned around to catch my breath.
Hearing them say cock and penis…
And just on time, to make the moment even worse than it already was…
Jackson entered the hallway.
He carried a bag in his hand and shoes with his other hand.
He was in shorts and a sleeveless shirt with a faded picture of a tiger on it.
Sweat glistened on his skin.
Sweat stains on his shirt cascaded down to his shorts.
When he walked… well… the shorts didn’t do much of a job of hiding something.
“Let’s go inside,” I said. “Right now.”
I unlocked the door and opened it.
“Wait,” Mom said. “You have to take this.”
I grabbed the dick shaped bamboo and waved for them to go in first.
“You do it first,” Lake said.
I stepped into the apartment and then back out.
“Okay, I did it,” I said. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“Look at all these beautiful ladies hanging around here,” Jackson said.
I cringed.
“Jackson,” I said.
“Who is this?” Mom asked.
“My neighbor,” I said. “He’s just going inside.”
“Are you all Callie’s sisters?” Jackson asked.
They all laughed and their faces went flush.
“Oh, stop that,” Sunny said. She touched Jackson’s left arm. “Oh, my. You’re made of steel, aren’t you?”
Jackson flexed his arms.
I tilted my head to one side and lifted my eyebrow.
“I have to protect those around me,” Jackson said. “Right, Callie?”
He winked.
“You two know each other,” Joni said. “Oh, this is juicy.”
“No,” I said. “We work together. This is just a sad tragedy that I live next door to him.”
“Wait a second,” Mom said.
“I like the plant,” Jackson said.
“It’s bamboo,” I said. “For good luck.”
“You know it looks like a dick, right?” he asked without hesitation.
“We were just talking about that!” Lake squealed.
“Nice curve too,” Jackson said.
“Oh, god, please stop this,” I whispered.
“Are you a curves kind of man, Jackson?” Sunny asked.
“Wait,” Mom said. She waved a finger at Jackson. She looked at me. “Is this the asshole you work with?”
“Asshole?” Jackson asked.
“That was the nicest term I could come up with for you,” I said to him.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Mom said. “This is the asshole with the nice eyes.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
“I kind of like his arms better,” Lake said.
“I’ll save judgment until I see everything else,” Sunny said.
“Get in my apartment now!” I shouted.
That’s when they finally decided to listen.
One by one, they went into the apartment.
Then I was left alone with Jackson.
“I don’t want to hear a thing from you right now,” I said to him.
He tapped his pointer finger to the top of the bamboo. “Maybe this’ll help you get some dick, huh?”
“Go home, Jackson,” I said.
“I’ll see you tonight, Callie.” He took two steps and paused. He looked down at me. “So you think I have nice eyes?”
The way he smiled at me…
I hurried into my apartment and shut the door.
I put my back to the door, still holding the bamboo.
The dick shaped bamboo.
Chapter Thirteen
Jackson
Callie arrived at Langer’s the exact same time I did.
We both exited our cars, and when I looked at her, I smiled.
She was dressed to impress, that was for sure.
Instead of going fancy and office-like, she went casual, but fucking hell, casual was something else on her.
Wearing dark-blue jeans that hugged her body impossibly tight, she waited on the sidewalk for me. Her top was a little baggy, on purpose, but the undershirt was what stole the show. The thin straps on her shoulders, hooking right down to where her tits began to spill out of her top.
She smelled like roses, honey and something else I couldn’t figure out.
Callie had a way to wear very little makeup, yet looked like she spent hours in the bathroom in front of the mirror.
And, fuck, for all I knew, that’s what she did.
In her case, less was more, because the more was already part of her.