How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,76
and did a little jump.
I finally closed the curtain and hurried out of the bathroom.
When I got to my bedroom, I sat down on the corner of the bed.
I took a well-earned deep breath.
I licked my lips.
It was just about sex now.
Sex came with the marriage. And the marriage was going to get me the bonus I needed. Like Jackson told me, this was a win-win. We both had needs. He Maybe/Better He IS sexy sexy. His cock was legendary. He knew how to fuck.
What more did I need for the moment?
“Nothing,” I said.
I stood and dropped my towel to the floor.
By the time Jackson got out of the shower, I was fully dressed for work.
He stood in the doorway to the bedroom in a towel.
“Hey,” he said. “I meant to ask. What’s the deal with your mother?”
“What?”
“She came over before, right? You and her had to talk. Everything okay? Because it seemed that afterwards… you were upset…”
“Let it go,” I said.
“You don’t want to get to know each other at all?”
I froze in place. “Get to know each other? What about? You saw my mother. You can make your assumptions. She’s way out there, Jackson. That’s good for her. I help her.”
“Financially,” he said. “I remember from the strip club what you said.”
“Forget about it,” I said. “What about you? Tell me about your friends.”
“Sure,” he said. “Liam is engaged to Miranda. I hate her. I think we all hate her. I think he’s just engaged for show. Cole runs his own business. He’s finally the boss he’s always wanted to be. And Lincoln… he’s just Lincoln. They’re my oldest friends. I have plenty of others too if you want to hear about them.”
“And your parents… well…”
“You know that part, Callie,” he said.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… so it was just your father. And then Vince.”
Jackson nodded. “And for you it was just your mother?”
“That’s right,” I said. “No big deal, right?”
“None at all,” Jackson said.
“So, uh, are you going to work like that?”
Jackson looked down at himself. “Why not? Does it work for you?”
I smiled. “Sure. Just make sure you bring the towel back.”
“Better yet…”
Jackson took the towel off and threw it at me.
I gasped and then groaned at the sight of his cock.
No man’s cock should ever look as good as his did when it wasn’t hard.
“I’ll see you at the office,” he said.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I have to get dressed.”
“You’re naked.”
Jackson just smirked.
He grabbed his clothes off the floor and walked out of my apartment butt naked.
The door shut and I leaned against my bedroom doorway, putting my head against it..
Then I bit my lip.
I sat behind my desk, unable to work.
I kept the blinds closed and just stayed to myself.
There was a lot on my desk.
Mom’s books. Mom’s taxes.
Then my normal work stuff.
I had three sets of financial records to scour through to look for any holes or bullshit accounting, just to make sure these companies were legit and able to stand on their own.
I had time for that.
What I didn’t have time for was Jackson to be running through my head.
Misha knocked on the door and came into the office with coffee.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Saw the blinds shut,” she said. “You must be working like crazy.”
“Hardly,” I said.
“Well, just so you know, I heard Vince talking on the phone earlier,” Misha said. “Blabbing on about the open spot. He’s not sure who he wants. He did say that Jackson is the easiest choice and he’s fine with that.”
“Of course he is,” I said.
“You know you’re amazing here no matter what happens, right?”
I looked at Misha. “I don’t want to hear that shit. I don’t want the second place ribbon or the participation trophy.”
“You have a good career,” Misha said. “Even beyond this company.”
“What are you getting at?” I asked. “Do you think I should quit?”
“No. It’s just… you’re married. For money. You’re trying to prove a point.”
“Well, if you must know, that point is blowing up in my face.”
“Oh?” Misha asked.
I lifted the coffee off the desk and looked at the closed blinds.
I didn’t want to physically see Jackson at the moment.
Even though each time I blinked I saw him.
Sometimes dressed. Sometimes naked. Sometimes cooking breakfast. Sometimes looking down at me while I sucked his-
“We went too far,” I said.
“Oh, shit,” Misha said. “You two screwed each other. I knew I sensed something different about you.”