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"If it's a random woman, you're a pervert, but if it's your girlfriend, you're a great boyfriend?"
"Something like that." His voice returns to that matter-of-fact tone. "We're competing for partnership. Five associates. Two spots. He plays dirty. He'd knock me out for perversion if he thought it would help."
"Are you sure?" I look at the gift basket again. It's not the nicest stuff, but it's arranged in a thoughtful, fun way. As if the person who sent it really wants Jackson and his girlfriend to have a good time. "This is… a weird move."
"Maybe I'm paranoid," he says. "Office politics does that."
"No. You're probably right. You're as observant as Cassie is."
That earns a full smile. A quick one, but still.
Fuck, he has such a nice smile. It lights up his eyes. It lights up his entire face.
He's stern most of the time, but when he smiles—
"Keep anything you want." He picks up the basket and hands it to me. "I don't want anything from him." He taps the plastic over the handcuffs. "And those don't work."
"Do you only use real metal police handcuffs."
He raises a brow in a teasing pose. "Do you really want to know?"
Yes, tell me everything right now. Thank you.I swallow the words that rise in my throat. I am not here to fuck my best friend's brother. No matter how much I want to feel his body against mine.
"Shouldn't we talk about what you want?"
You, ordering me out of my clothes as soon as possible. That isn't what he means though. What does he mean? "Huh?"
"In Mr. Right Now," he says. "We can start looking after we unpack. Unless you have plans with Cass."
"I think she has plans with Damon."
He shakes his head, though I can't say what he's shaking it at, specifically. The thought of his sister with my brother. The thought of his sister having sex. The fact they're ditching the group to get down.
Or maybe that's why I'm shaking my head.
Even though I told her to do it.
Even though I'm the one hiding from her.
"Perfect," I say.
He nodssureand grabs his suitcase. "Give me twenty to unpack and shower." He motions to the four-poster bed. "You can take this. I'll use the pull out."
"Let's talk and walk the strop. I need to stretch my legs." And get away from all the inviting horizontal surfaces in the room.
He sets his suitcase on the ground and moves clothes into the closet.
I take the dresser.
For a few minutes, we arrange our stuff in silence, then he heads to the shower.
I finish unpacking, I pop a bottle of water, I pack a few of the condoms, and toss the rest of the pack.
It never hurts to have extras. This is it. The start of my mission to find someone to fuck.
Then Jackson steps out of the shower in only a towel, and the wholefind someone hotter than Jacksonpart of the mission fails to launch.
Where the fuck did he get that body?
