“Yes, I’m corny, but the women love it.” I wink at her once again as I push off the counter and rest my hand on her knee. “It’s late, and I need to be up early tomorrow, so I’m going to head out.” She jumps down from the counter and grabs the Chinese food bag.
“Don’t forget this.” I take it from her, and we both stand awkwardly, wondering what to do next.
“Fuck it.” I put the food on the floor and wrap my arms around her. She does the same, and we hold on to each other. Holy shit, I don’t want to let go. She feels so fucking amazing in my arms. Her scent is intoxicating, and her tiny body feels like it was made for me. What the fuck is going on here? Before I can question it, she pulls away all too quickly and smiles at me.
“I really had a great time tonight, Jax. It was wonderful getting to know you.” Fuck, she has no idea what she is doing to me.
“I had an amazing time too. Thank you for the invite, and how about next time you let me make you dinner at my place.” She raises her eyebrows, and I laugh holding my hand up.
“As friends, Kallie, just as friends.” She smiles and nods her head.
“I’d really like that.” I pick up the food bag and head to the door, knowing I need to get out of here before I tell her I’d like to get to know her body tonight. “Thank you for dinner.” I open the door and turn to face her while I stand in the hallway.
“Kallie, it was my pleasure.” She smiles and we say good night. As I’m walking down the hallway, I mutter to myself, “Damn, was it my pleasure.”
It’s been two weeks since my dinner with Kallie, and we’ve talked or texted every day since. She’s quickly becoming one of my favorite people to talk to. Like right now, I’m on my lunch break at the pizza place, and instead of bullshitting with the guys,I’m sitting at the end of the table with a goofy smile on my face texting Kallie, like a damn teenager. She’s getting ready to do a shoot, telling me her ideas. She really is one amazingly talented photographer. She sent some of the pictures from the beach shoot, and holy fuck, they are breathtaking. “Hey, douche bag, you want to join us, or are you too busy flirting up the wrong tree?” I don’t even look at Blake, just flip him off, as I finish sending my text. He doesn’t need to know we were saying good-bye. Once it’s sent, I look at him.
“What did I miss?” He throws a fry at me, and I laugh.
“I know you really like her, Jax, but you told me yourself nothing can happen, so what’s the point?” I give him a nasty look.
“What’s the point? We are friends, asshole, just friends.” He rolls his eyes, and some of the guys we work with continue to look back and forth between us.
“You keep saying that.” He’s right, I do, and I think mainly it is to remind myself.
We finish lunch and head back to the job. I won’t be sorry when this one is finished. The homeowners are a bunch of pains in the asses, always changing one thing or another. I’ve moved a wall three times already because it was in the wrong spot. We get right back to work, and thankfully, we make it through the day without another visit. I’m cleaning up my tools when Brody walks over. “Jax, you want to go grab dinner tonight?” I throw my hammer into my toolbox and close it.
“Yea, sounds good. Where do you want to go?” I pick up my toolbox, and he follows me out of the house and locks the door behind us.
“How about the diner?” I should have known. He won’t admit it, but I think he has the hots for one of the waitresses there. We’ve eaten there no less than ten times this month.
“That’s fine. I need to hit the gym and shower before we go though. You want to go with me?” For a minute, I think he may actually come until he laughs.
“Nah. You call me when you are ready. Obviously, bring Blake. We don’t need him crying about not being invited.”
“Fuck you, Brody. Maybe I don’t want to come tonight, maybe I have plans, maybe I’ve got a date.” I look at him with a smirk.
“Do you have plans tonight, Blake?” He sighs and leans against my car.
“No. I’ll see you there.” I try to hold back my laugh as I put my toolbox in the trunk.
“Let’s get the hell out of here and start our weekend. Brody, I’ll call you when we are ready and meet you over there.” He agrees and heads off toward his truck. Blake and I climb into my car and head home to change for the gym.
“How many more reps are you going to do, Jax? Damn.” Blake stands over me while I lift the barbell over my head for the twentieth time. I don’t normally do so many reps with two hundred and fifty pounds, but I have all this pent-up sexual tension in me that I am trying to work out. I just watched all these sexy women working out, with their tight pants and sport bras on, and it got me horny as shit. I know logically I shouldn’t feel guilty, Kallie and I are nothing more than friends, but I do, and it’s pissing me off. I want Kallie so fucking bad, but I’m not sure that is something I will ever have. I want this so badly I can taste it, but I can’t fucking have it. That’s where I’m at.
I finally put the barbell down after t
hirty reps, sit up, and wipe the sweat off my face with my shirt. Blake walks away, shaking his head, and I blow out a breath. Even my best friend thinks I look like a pussy. I go over to the treadmill, figuring I might as well run while Blake is lifting dumbbells. I hop on, set my speed, and begin my run. I never slow once. I keep up pace the entire time hoping I can cause my body to ache, pulling my attention to that. Blake comes over, stands next to me, and laughs. I flip him off and slow my run down to a slow walk before climbing off. “You ready to get out of here? Brody is probably climbing out of his skin.”
“I’m ready, brother. You sure you are? You pushed yourself really fucking hard tonight. Something you want to talk about?” I wipe my sweaty face again and grin at him.
“Nope. I’m good. Let’s go.”
Blake and I meet Brody at the diner after we went home and showered. I feel bad for him because the waitress he was looking for had the night off. We both sit there like a bunch of sorry asses, and Blake makes sure to call us out on it. We end up calling it an early night, and I’ve been lying in bed restless for the last few hours. I try sleeping, but the gym had the opposite effect on me that I wanted. I kick the blanket off and head to the kitchen. I grab my cigarettes and go outside. I light one and lean back in my seat. Just as I’m about to put it out, my cell phone rings and I grab it off my lap. I look and see it’s Kallie. My heart pounds in my chest with excitement and worry. “Hello?” I hear her giggling and grin at the sound of it.
“Jax! I can’t believe you answered. Why are you awake?” I can tell she is drunk; she is loud and has a slight slur to her words.
“I couldn’t sleep. What’s up? Are you alright?” She giggles again, and I can’t help that my cock hardens at the sound.