Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,4
I got closer to the door, I heard Garrett talking to the man and almost dropped what I had in my hands.
“If you hadn’t driven your car into the woods and tried to drive through the trees, we wouldn’t be here,” Garrett sighed, making my lips twitch at how normal he sounded talking about someone doing something that crazy.
“Well, if you hadn’t been driving after me at such a high speed, I wouldn’t have tried to hide in the woods. Would I?”
“Ralph, your description matched one of a man who’d just run out of the store with a cart filled with condoms, lube, and tampons. That’s why I was trying to get you to pull over. Since we’ve been in here, we’ve been given close-ups from the security cameras of your face, and we’ve got footage showing you sweeping full shelves of all three items into the cart, running out the door, and a clear photo of your plates as it drove out of the parking lot.”
“Can’t help it if my woman gets horny on her period, and I don’t wanna knock her up. Anyway, if you look carefully, you’ll see I left a twenty on one of the shelves to cover it.”
“I’ll repeat—full shelves. Whole shelves,” Garrett argued, totally missing the two parts for the reason of the crime that struck me as a woman.
Firstly, period were nasty things, and a majority of women suffered when they had theirs. So, for a woman to feel horny and have sex during hers… I wasn’t sure if I admired her or wanted to shudder. The thought of anything going up my cooter while I was on mine really didn’t do anything for me apart from want to reach for some holy water.
Secondly, a woman couldn’t get pregnant during her period. The whole point of the period was to dispel the lining of the womb and unused egg from her body. I’m sure someone out there would argue about that, but so far, I hadn’t seen any evidence that impregnating someone on their period and having a baby was possible. Not that I’d looked for it, but now that I had it on my mind, I was going to have to look it up when I got home.
Cringing, I walked into the room, doing my best to look like I hadn’t been eavesdropping.
“Okay, I’m here to take some blood for the doctor who saw you. If you’d just hold your arm…” I trailed off, looking at his arm, which was handcuffed to the side of the bed. “Uh, keep your arm…” again, I stopped as he looked at me with a slow shake of his head.
The guy was handcuffed to the bed, Zuri. Where’s he going to move his damn arm to? I was so used to the standard instructions that I’d just made a twat of myself twice.
“I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.”
“Thanks, cum girl.”
Feeling him step up closer behind my back, Garrett watched what I was doing over my shoulder as I attached the elastic tourniquet to the man’s arm. “She’s jellyfish girl. The ear sperm doesn’t define her properly.”
And this was the life I’d fallen into after escaping the hell that’d been suffocating my real one. Jellyfish girl, cum girl, and Sperm Sally as the ER doctor who’d been in this morning had started calling me, even though my name wasn’t Sally…
Drawing on the many months of practice I’d had so far of biting my tongue and getting on with shit, I went about taking the two vials of blood that’d been requested, pretending that I didn’t hear Garrett telling him the story of how we’d first met.
Yes, I was the girl who’d informed him how many anuses a jellyfish had, according to a meme, before he’d even known my name. I’d been too busy trying to get over the impact of him as he’d walked into the room behind his now sister-in-law, Rose, and my mouth had gotten away from me.
Since then, we’d spent a lot of time together—and I mean a lot of time. Sadly, though, all of it was spent without any touching or flirting whatsoever, just friendship.
Why the hell would a girl only be friends with a guy as hot and nice as Garrett Evans, I hear you ask? Because he’d friend-zoned me within the first ten minutes of looking at me. He’d even held his phone out and ordered me to put my number in it because I was cool and