Page 24 of Christmas D*ck

Chapter 11

As soon asMister Shirley was long gone, I glared at Dick. “You fucker.”

He feigned innocence. “What?”

“Twin brothers? Co-workers? You said you crashed the party. I thought you were--”

“I said kind of. He sent me a text at the last minute, and asked if I wanted to come. I said I wasn’t dressed for it, and he insisted that I come anyway. So, I did. I don’t work for him yet, so I kind of crashed the party.”

“I think it’s cool,” Kaci said.

I wasn’t mad, only surprised. My mind went back to the stock room, and having him fuck me while I searched through boxes.

The sexual possibilities were endless.

“Upside is this,” Randy said. “We might all get to check off the items on our bucket list.”

“True,” Kaci said.

Had I known Dick was a co-worker, I would have never done what I’d done, I knew that much. I didn’t necessarily feel cheated, nor was I angry. But, I felt the need to clear the air. Just in case.

“I don’t do boyfriends,” I said. “Just so you know.”

Dick barked out a laugh. “Having an Ol’ Lady ain’t on my list, either.”

Kaci looked at Randy.

He wrung his hands together. “I’m good either way. Let’s see how this pans out.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

Dick clapped his hands together. “I’m itching to spread some Christmas cheer. You ready to do this, brother?”

Randy nodded. “Always ready.”

“What?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm. “You two going out Christmas Caroling?”

Dick stood and brushed the wrinkles from his jeans. “Nope. We’re going to pay a man an overdue visit.”

“My ex?” Kaci asked.

Dick grinned. “Maybe.”

“I wish I could be there,” Kaci said. “It sucks that we can’t ride on the backs of your bikes.”

“Little black dresses don’t mix well with Harleys,” he said. “You can follow us if you want.”

Her shoulders slumped. “We didn’t drive. Company rules. We’ve got to take an Uber home.”

His brows knitted together. “A what?”

“An Uber.”

“What the fuck’s an Uber?”

“You don’t know what an Uber is?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”

“It’s like a Taxi.”

“Why didn’t you say taxi?”

“Because it’s not a taxi, it’s an Uber.”

“It’s a broke college kid in a pickup truck that gives people rides,” Randy said with a laugh. “They do it cheaper than a taxi.”

“They’ll take you wherever you want to go?”

“Sure,” Kaci said. “As long as you pay them.”

Dick looked at Randy and then at the two of us. “I guess we’ll follow you guys, then.