Page 76 of Bridesmaid for Hire
I tread carefully in case he knows where his sister is. I don’t want to give too much information, which makes me feel slightly sick to mystomach. I don’t lie to Gary, ever, but not sure how he would take me pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend.
Brody:It’s going as best as it can go. Had some situations that were unbecoming, but I think I can make up for it.
Gary:If anyone can win the hearts of the higher-ups, it’s my man, Brody.
Brody:Your undying love for me is really giving me the energy I need.
Gary:That’s why I’m here.
The sun falls just past the horizon as I hear Maggie enter the bungalow.
I ordered a BLT and some fries for dinner, soaked in the plunge pool for longer than I probably should have, and now I’m enjoying the sunset, naked, on the lounger.
And in case you’re worried. I checked my penis and balls several times while I’ve been alone, and everything seems to be fine. Even checked to see if it was in working order and no problems there.
“Brody?” she calls.
“Out here,” I answer as I place my hand over my junk.
“What are you—oh my God, you’re naked,” she says as she turns away, covering her eyes.
“Great observation,” I say.
“Why are you naked?”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Uh, because I’m staying here too.”
“As if I care that you see me naked,” I say.
“You should.” She’s still shielding her eyes.
“Why?”
“Because…you don’t go showing your private parts to people. That’s perverted.”
“I’m not trying to show you my private parts. If I was, I’d pull my pants down in front of you and say, ‘Hey, Maggie, look at my penis.’ But did I do that? No, I didn’t. You walked in on me having some much-needed alone time.”
“What do you mean by alone time?” she asks as she lifts her hand and notices that I’m covering myself from her view.
“Oh, you know…played around with the vibrators you have in your nightstand.”
Her eyes widen. “You did not.”
I chuckle and shake my head.
“That’s…that’s private property. You shouldn’t be going in people’s drawers.”
“Chill out. I was looking for the room service menu. I was kind of stunned by your choices though. That dildo was pretty big.”
“Feeling inferior?” She asks, hands on her hips.
“Cute.” I nod as I stand from the lounger and stretch my hands above my head. She quickly turns away before she can get a full-on view of me. If she looked, she’d know I don’t feel the slightest bit inferior.
I walk over to my suitcase where I pull out a pair of my athletic shorts and slip them on.
When she joins me, she asks, “How is everything…feeling?”
