How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,51
an asshole.”
“I showed her my wedding ring. I’m faithful to my wife.”
Callie and I kept getting closer to one another.
“Wow,” Misha said to break up the tension and banter.
“What?” Callie asked, moving her eyes from mine.
“You two are perfect together,” she said.
“You’re fired three times,” Callie said. I opened my mouth and Callie pointed at me. “Don’t say it.”
“See you tonight, wife? I’ll help you pick out the perfect dress.”
“Fine,” she said. “Just get out of here. Both of you.”
I smiled at her.
Marriage wasn’t all that bad, was it?
Callie’s apartment was a little bit smaller than mine.
I had much more space than she did.
Her layout was all messed up.
That made me feel good in a really bad way.
I sat in a chair and waited for Callie to come out in the first dress.
The bathroom door opened and she stepped out.
A hunter green dress that hugged her curves in a way that made me slide to the edge of my seat.
My first reaction was fuck no.
No way she could wear that dress without me by her side.
Every guy in the room would be mentally bending her over the bathroom sink…
“Yes? No?”
I swallowed hard and shrugged my shoulders.
“Give me some feedback here, Jackson,” she said.
“Okay, fine. How about a drink?”
“Get it yourself,” she said. “What about this dress?”
“I like the color,” I said. “The shoulder part is kind of thick. Looks like you’re wearing a book bag. You need to buff up those skinny shoulders, sweetie.”
Callie waved her middle fingers at me.
She turned and went into the bathroom and slammed the door.
I stood up and walked to the cabinet above the fridge and found a dusty bottle of scotch.
I poured two glasses and waited at the bathroom door for Callie to emerge again.
When the door opened, she gasped as I handed her a glass.
“Cheers, wife,” I said. “Another day of lying together.”
“Cheers,” she said.
I looked down at the peach colored dress.
This one was too puffy. The shoulder straps were super thin and I pictured hooking my pinky fingers under those straps and sliding them down her arms so I could see her tits in the flesh…
I threw back the glass and drank all the scotch in one big gulp.
“Thoughts?” Callie asked.
“You look like a pufferfish.”
“You know, you could just say yes or no. I don’t need to be critiqued like I’m in some fashion show. You jerk.”
She turned and I grabbed her arm.
“Hey. The first one made you look way too fucking hot to be somewhere with another man. This one covers you up way too much, making it my favorite. Okay?”
Callie drank her glass of scotch and handed me the glass back.
“I need another one of those,” she said.
She stepped back into the bathroom and shut the door.
I refilled our glasses and stood near the chair.
The bathroom door opened a third time and Callie stepped toward me in an off-white colored dress.
It was sleek and elegant, almost touching the floor, covering up most of her cleavage, making her beauty shine so fucking bright and hard I needed my sunglasses to look at her.
It made me swallow hard to calm my heart for a second.
She took her glass from my hand and sipped her drink.
“That’s a winner,” I said. “If you’re going to a charity event.”
“Yeah?” she asked. “It kind of squishes my… never mind.”
“What?”
Her cheeks blushed a little. “Uh, it’s pushes against my chest a little hard.”
“Got it,” I managed to say as I forced my mind to chase away any and all thoughts that pertained to my hands, mouth, and dick and Callie’s ample chest.
“I’ve got one more to try on,” she said.
She downed this glass of scotch and handed it back to me.
She walked into the bathroom and pushed at the door… but it didn’t shut all the way.
I stood with a glass in each hand and watched as Callie reached back and undid the top of the dress. She pulled the straps down her shoulders, showing off her back. She leaned forward, allowing the dress to fall off her chest. As she turned just slightly, I caught sight of the swell of her right breast.
It just hung there, beautifully firm and full.
I gritted my teeth and wondered if I should have been looking or not.
She was my wife… I was allowed to look, right?
Callie bent forward some more and turned a little more…
She looked in the bathroom mirror and realized her error at leaving the bathroom door open.
She stood and turned, her arm moving across her chest.