Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

For all that is holy, please channel your inner Chrissy Teigen and free the nipples.

“Fuck you, Drew!” Brody stands up with a huff and bumps into my chair not so accidentally as he gets in Charlee’s face. “Go back to your room and get dressed, Charlotte.”

Her jaw drops. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not fucking kidding! You’ve done enough damage, don’t you think? I’ve been scarred for life and I’m pretty sure Drew will be walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the day.”

He’s probably not wrong.

She glances my way when her brother mentions my name and flashes me a wink. Aw shit, I’m pretty sure Brody just saw that.

Riley holds him back when his body tenses. “Calm down, man.” Yep, he definitely saw it.

Charlee throws her hands up in exasperation. “You’re unbelievable!”

“I’m unbelievable?!” Brody asks. “Well, at least I’m not prancing around with my dick hanging out trying to catch some fish! You that desperate now, Charlotte?”

Damn it, I can’t just sit by and let this shit go on anymore.

I get off my chair and stand next to Charlee. “Not cool, dude. I think you should apologize.”

Brody crosses his arms over his chest. “Fuck no.”

“No? Well, don’t say you didn’t ask for this.” Charlee gets a wicked smile on her face before she starts belting out the lyrics to “The Lollipop Guild,” weird choreographed dance and all.

Riley and I try hiding our amusement but we’re failing miserably. As we’re doubled over laughing, Brody stomps his foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Jesus fuck, you two! This is NOT funny!”

“It kind of is,” I argue.

Even Charlee’s laughing now, which substantially brightens Brody’s mood.

Brody lifts an eyebrow. “Really, Drew? So if you just accidentally checked out Devyn’s tits, you’d think it was funny?”

My jaw drops. “Fuck no!”

“Hey, leave her out of this!” Riley says at the same time.

Brody smirks. “My point exactly, asshole.”

“Touché,” I grumble.

Charlee rolls her eyes. “Can we please change the subject now?”

“I need a drink,” Brody mutters.

I nod toward the buckets of beer. “There’s a dozen drinks right there.”

He shakes his head. “Fuck that. I need liquor. If I can’t bleach my eyes, I’m sure as shit going to try bleaching my brain. Let’s go play cards again.”

Riley gives Charlee an awkward look. “Uh...I need to stop by my room to grab another shirt. Unless...”

“Hell no!” Brody interrupts. “Riley’s room, then drinks!”

I catch Charlee’s eyes as we start heading out of the pool area. She looks relieved that we’re leaving, but I feel the exact opposite. Christ, if I thought fighting my attraction was difficult before, it’s going to be downright impossible now.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHARLEE