Picture Perfect Obsession (Best Friends Duet 1)

I try to calm down, but my dick likes the image of her under me. A cough comes from behind me, and it’s probably because I’m staring at Madison like I could eat her up. I need a picture of her like this—for my eyes only.

Addison carried my camera and case for me thankfully because that shit was in the way, but now I want it.

“So, do you want to stay for lunch?” Madison asks. She looks like she’s about to fall asleep, probably from the medicine, but I still want to stay. No, I need to stay. My heart aches when I think about leaving, which I will have to do in a couple of hours. I have a lot of work to do, and it needs to be done by tonight.

“Sure. What do you girls want to eat?” I don’t want to go anywhere, so whatever I can do to prolong the day with Madison works for me.

“We planned to get breakfast at the diner off Lakeshore, but you know how that went.” She pointed to her sprained ankle. Damn, taking a good look at it, I can see why they took her to the hospital. The joint is the size of a tennis ball. My poor woman is going to need a lot of tender loving care, and I’m the one for the job.

“I understand. So breakfast? Huck Finn’s is right here. How about I pick up a couple of breakfast platters?”

“You’d do that?”

“I want to spend time getting to know you, Madison. What’s the big deal? I didn’t bring my car, but I don’t mind walking. It’s only like three blocks away from here.”

“Well, that sounds great to me,” Addison says. I’m betting they want to converse about me in private, and that’s fine as long as Addison doesn’t try to talk her out of seeing me. “Do you need money?”

“No, I got this.” I’m not going to tell her that I’m loaded and that I’m just squirreling money away. My phone rings before I walk out the door, and both girls look at me, wondering who it is, so I answer, “Hello, Mom.”

I look at both women as I listen to her whine. We have a strained relationship, but I love her even if she pushes me to the edge of sanity. “Where are you? I thought you’d be home by now. I have an appointment, and I need to borrow your car.”

“Why can’t you use yours?” I question. She has a fucking brand new Mercedes courtesy of the last husband who died a few months back.

“I got a boot on it this morning—if you must know.” I can just see her rolling her eyes over the phone. It’s moments like these that I find I’m the adult dealing with a teenager.

“A boot? For what?”

“Parking tickets. I shouldn’t have to park on the street in the first place. I think your asshole ex-stepfather has someone following me around to cause me misery, or maybe it’s his son.”

“You can borrow the car, but next time you say something shitty about Tanner, you can forget it.” I forget that I’m not alone. She pisses me off any time she talks bad about my stepbrother. Tanner’s a freaking wonderful guy who has some emotionally stunted issues.

“Fine. I don’t need it, but you need to come home soon, so you can drive me around.”

I have to remind her that she’s not my boss and my home isn’t hers. I almost lost it the day she made herself a key. I had the locks changed and never let her near my set again. “I’m not going to be at my place any time soon. Bye.”

I might look like a dick, but the woman will push and push and push until she gets what she wants. It’s how she’s gotten husband after husband. “Sorry, she’s something else,” I apologize when I see both girls staring at me with questions in their eyes.

“She doesn’t like your stepbrother?” Addison asks.

“No, she doesn’t. How did you know? Could you hear her?”

“No. You said your brother’s name, and his picture was attached to the caller ID.”

“Oh, duh. Yeah. Sorry. We don’t get to pick our parents, but we love them anyway, right?” Madison says with a shrug.

“Madison has awesome parents. They may not have a fortune, but they give her everything they can.”

I could see Madison dozing off. “Then I can’t wait to meet them. Let me go get breakfast before she passes out.”

“Good.”

The walk is quicker than I expect, but the place is packed. Luckily, I get a waitress who is so glad that it’s a takeout order. For a bigger tip, I tell her if she could rush it. After getting the food in less than fifteen minutes, I drop down a hundred dollar tip and walk back to Madison’s apartment. The building isn’t bad, but there’s nothing here in terms of security, and the block isn’t great. Addison opens the door, and my sweet girl is smiling up at me from her perch on the sofa. “I’ve got the food.”