Semi-Sweet On You (Hot Cakes #4) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,85
There’s no enemy here.”
“That’s not what I’m doing,” Cam said. Defensively.
“You glared at me twice for coughing during her presentation,” Dax said. “Like you were pissed I was interrupting her or something.”
“I was pissed you were making it hard for everyone else to hear. And that you might miss what she was saying,” Cam said.
Dax nodded. “That’s not an overreaction at all.”
Cam shook his head. “You can’t be spacing out in your office, thinking about little video foxes and rabbits running around instead of getting that Alzheimer’s program going, Dax. That’s a big deal.”
Dax looked genuinely surprised. “I wouldn’t space out that far. Of course that’s a big deal.”
“You forgot you even had that meeting today,” Cam pointed out.
“For two seconds,” Dax protested. “I’ve got it. I can do both things.”
“He’s best when he’s not focused on just one thing,” Ollie defended Dax. “He’s great at juggling lots of balls.”
Dax gave his friend a grateful smile. “Thanks. I make a point of taking care of my balls.”
“And you don’t get worked up about how we all do stuff,” Ollie said to Cam. “What the hell? We all do our shit, our way, get it done. You don’t have to babysit us.”
“Yeah, well, Dax’s balls had never been this important to me before.” Cam winced as he said that out loud. He scowled as Ollie grinned. “I mean it. Now that Dax brought up the website, now Whitney’s thinking about it too. So now he needs to pull that off. But the programs at the nursing home matter because of Didi. So now he has to do it all. Well. Very well.” He frowned at Dax. “You drop any of those balls and you’ll have to answer to me.”
Dax didn’t look impressed, but he held up his hands. “It’s all good. I care about those things too, you know.”
Cam believed that he did. Just not as much as Cam did. Or as much as Whitney did.
“And you need to get your shit together too,” Cam said, pointing at Ollie.
“Me? I’m easily Whitney’s favorite person here.”
Cam felt a very stupid, very juvenile surge of jealousy at that. He shook his head. “No. You’re not.”
“Well, I’m her favorite when it comes to business ideas,” Ollie said, with a shit-eating grin. “I’m always up for anything. I never tell her no.”
Cam debated just letting that go. He knew he should definitely let that go. “What are you talking about?” he asked instead.
“I’m just saying, I don’t know how you do it,” Ollie said with a shrug, sitting back in his chair and propping one ankle on his opposite knee.
“Do what?” Cam asked.
“Say no to that girl. She’s gorgeous when she gets excited about work ideas. I can only imagine how she looks when she’s… just excited.”
Cam gritted his teeth. Ollie was messing with him. Oliver wasn’t usually the one to give the rest of them crap like that. That line right there was more of a Dax line. Or, honestly, a Cam line. He’d very much enjoyed saying stuff like that to Grant in the time between Grant meeting Josie and realizing that he was just going to fall in love with her and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
“How do you know I say no to her?” Cam asked.
“You have definitely not said yes to her,” Ollie said. “Not yes yes anyway.”
Cam narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“That.” Ollie pointed at Cam. “You’re too wound up to have said yes to Whitney. Though I don’t know how you’re helping it.”
Cam took a breath. Okay, Ollie was assuming he and Whitney hadn’t slept together because Cam needed to get laid. That was fair. Kind of. “Maybe she’s said no to me.”
She had. Basically. Once. But he’d been the one to pull back from their kiss the other night. The kiss where her skirt had been hiked up and her shirt had been on the floor and her breast had been in his hand…
Ollie shook his head. “She doesn’t look at you like she said no to you.”
“She doesn’t?” Dammit. He didn’t need to act interested in that.
Dax was the one to answer that though. “Definitely not. She looks at you like you said no to her.” He tipped his head to the side. “Like maybe you started something you didn’t finish?”
“You can not read all of that from me,” Cam said. Dammit. These guys knew him well, but there was no way they knew him that well.