“Hot tits, hot tits!”
Moving quickly to the small bathroom, I grabbed a chunk of paper towels and wet them with cold water, lifted my t-shirt up and placed them on the red skin. Fortunately, I had a change of clothes with me seeing as how getting dirty here was a common occurrence, but that didn’t stop me worrying about long lasting damage to the area the hot water had landed on.
Lifting the wet towels up, I looked at the skin and figured I’d probably get away without needing to bandage my entire chest, which would mean having to explain it to someone here because it started at my collarbones and they’d see the dressings. That would mean I’d probably be known as the chick with burned boobies, something I’d really rather not happen.
Slightly burned boobies, though, that I could live with.TwoKatyI’d only just dried my bra out with the hand drier and changed my t-shirt when the door to the office opened and in came some of the Townsend women. When I’d started working here six months ago, they’d all come in and introduced themselves to me and we’d become friends, so I had coffee with at least one of them every day while I was working.
“Hey, babe, what’s shaking,” Ren’s wife Maya called as she plonked her ass down on one of the chairs in the room. With her were her sister-in-laws Ebru, Sabine, and Layla, and Isla Montgomery who was married to Luke Montgomery and who was a close family friend of the Townsends.
Sweeping my hand in a wave at them all, I moved back behind my desk and dropped down into my chair, shaking my head. “Jarrod came in twenty minutes ago and when I jumped because he walks like a ghost on those stairs so I hadn’t heard him, I got coffee all over me,” I gestured to my boob area, nodding when they all winced. “Freshly made coffee, too, so I’ve just had to get changed.”
Resting one butt cheek on the edge of my desk, Layla grinned down at me. “Bet you gave him the wet t-shirt shot of his dreams. What color was your top? You got lace on under it today?”
Leaning away from her, I ruined her excited vibe. “I hid it from him because I didn’t want to look like a dick.”
I mean, how the hell could spilling coffee and burning your boobs equal a sexy wet t-shirt shot? It was coffee, this was a garage, they were my boobs, so they definitely didn’t fit into the sexy category (more like boringly average), and Jarrod would probably have preferred a Playboy style bunny doing it. With water. And huge gadunkadunks that screamed ‘these are for you, Jarrod Kline’. I was only just a C cup, I was me, I was also only five foot seven with heels on – and even then that was pushing it because I was probably only five foot six with them on a good day – and I wasn’t even close to a Jarrod Kline level of woman.
Eyes narrowed on me, Layla took me in, no doubt trying to think of something to say to make me feel better. What she said instead made my stomach drop into my big toe. “Ok, don’t take this the wrong way, but this has to be said. I get that humans are fickle, even I’m guilty of that a lot of the time, but men want what men want and if you think that Jarrod doesn’t see what we see,” she shook her head looking over at the others who were nodding back. Taking a deep breath in, she turned back to me. “Katy, babe, you’ve got it going on. You’ve got beautiful hair, your face looks like someone drew it for a fairytale, you have all that,” she gestured at my body, making me look down to it even though I knew it better than anyone. “And you have the advantage of being a height that makes men melt. They see this pretty petite babe, hair that’s fucking outrageously beautiful, and it brings out their alpha protective rawr side.” The word was accompanied by a slashing of her nails through the air like a tiger.
“Add in the shyness with an edge of nerd to it and you have major alpha protective rawr,” Maya added, getting a head nod from Layla and making me shift uncomfortably.
“I think we need a girls' night out,” Ebru mused, watching me closely and no doubt reading me perfectly.
Before any of them could say anything, I repeated, “A girls' night?”
Leaning so that she could see me around Layla’s back, Sabine nodded. “I’m in agreement with this suggestion. I think you need a night out with us. One that involves cocktails and getting drunk.”
Before I could say anything else, they all started throwing out suggestions. Some of them freaked me out – especially when they said things like going to a strip club could wait until the next night out – and some of them left me confused.