How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,28
grit my teeth, and almost made me jealous.
I sat down and looked at Vince.
He made an O with his lips and shook his head.
“Drinks,” I said. “Lots of drinks, please.”
“I’ll be right back with them,” Dani the Devil said.
“Can’t wait to see you again,” Callie said with a wink.
They both laughed, knowing what they were doing. They knew that men weren’t capable of thinking about two women together. No matter how tough we tried to be about it, it completely fried our brains. Two sets of lips. Two sets of tits. Four hands… four tits… then another set of lips on each… so much to touch, kiss, play with, insert…
I looked down at the table.
Goddammit.
I felt Vince nudge me.
I looked at him, blinking because I felt like I hadn’t blinked in three hours.
Which might have been true.
The drinks kept coming, and so did the women.
Everyone wanted to see and flirt with Callie.
And she played into it like I never thought she would.
The women saw Callie as comfort. A break from hearing guys tell them they were beautiful and that they were going to leave their wives for them.
And Vince just kept slipping money along the table like it was being printed right behind him.
The entire situation was fucked up.
If Callie really wanted to be a bitch, she could have went after Vince for any number of things that had happened so far.
That wasn’t Callie though.
She had her own way of handling things.
Her top shirt was balled up on the table.
Meaning she sat in that thin-strapped, tight undershirt.
I couldn’t help but stare.
And that’s why Vince nudged me.
“You okay over there, nephew?” he asked with a laugh.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Just enjoying the night. Feeling a little drunk right about now.”
“Yeah. Me too. I’m feeling a lot more than that.”
“Relax, Vince,” I said. “She can probably hear us. And she can definitely sue you.”
“It would be worth it,” he said. “You might want to roll up your tongue though.”
“What?”
“You’re giving yourself away there, Jackson,” he said.
“Her? Callie? Never.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I turned to face him. “I’m just looking at nice tits and nothing else. Got it?”
Vince leaned back. He put up his hands. “Sure thing, nephew. Sure thing.”
I looked at Callie and she was staring right back at me.
With drunk eyes.
Just like the night she came over to my place.
I pointed at her chest. “Not bad. I mean it.”
She grabbed the shirt off the table and put it back on.
“There,” she said. “Got your spank bank filled now?”
“Oh, that was all for show? For me? You’re too kind, Callie.”
“What can I say? I have a heart somewhere behind these amazing boobs.”
God. Damn.
I nodded. “I don’t think there’s a heart. Not that I would go looking for one. I have a one-track mind.”
“Well, you better think of another track. You know I’m going to be your boss soon, right?”
“Oh, you two again with this,” Vince said.
“I’m just being honest,” Callie said. She stood up. “I’ll be right back. I have to use the ladies room.”
She walked away and Vince caught me staring at her ass.
“Nephew?”
“Vince, I already said never,” I said, almost licking my lips.
Vince laughed and clamped his small yet firm hand to my arm. “Never say never, Jackson.”
Chapter Fourteen
Callie
Sometimes it was almost too easy.
Sitting at the private booth with a private dancer on the table, I kept looking between Jackson and Vince. They stared up, grins on their faces like a kid on Christmas morning seeing presents under the Christmas tree.
I had the same grin, but for a different reason.
Their minds danced with all shapes and sizes of breasts, like clouds blowing through, bouncing into one another.
Fucking men.
My mind was focused.
The company. The business. The promotion.
I could run the entire company.
I could position myself to do that too.
Why in the world would Vince just hand the keys to Jackson? Vince was an asshole, but he was smart too. He was calculating and had a lot more planned out than most gave him credit for. Take the LoriTech deal. He found the company on a whim… or so he said. Vince didn’t work on whims. He did love to gamble and take risks, that part was true.
He also-
“How are you feeling, sugar?”
My thoughts broke up as Vixxy leaned down toward me.