Page 78 of Bridesmaid for Hire
And this is exactly what Jaleesa was talking about, being distracted. Although, I think if she was in my position, she’d be distracted as well.
“What made you like Gary?” Maggie asks as she shuts the bathroom door behind her and gets changed.
“He was funny and stupid,” I say, raising my voice so she can still hear me through the door. “The kind of friend a college kid would be looking for. He didn’t care about consequences—he was just looking for a good time and so was I. We took school seriously, but we never took it too seriously. He liked the Rebels and with the popularity of the Bobbies, I felt like I was being seen.”
She opens the door to the bathroom, revealing a hot pink lingerie set that has a see-through bodice and forms to her waist. The shorts are lace as well and barely cover her ass. And she looks fine as fuck in it with her hair pulled up into a loose bun and her face all dewy from her skincare routine.
She might have pissed me off, embarrassed me, and unintentionally hurt me today, but Jesus, it doesn’t stop me from leering. From studying her beautiful curves and the way her body delicately moves around the room.
“God, your crap is all over this place. Ever heard of organization?” she asks as she toes my board shorts toward my corner of the room that she’s dedicated to me.
“I have heard of the term. Not interested though.”
“That’s obvious,” she says as she bends over right in front of me and pushes my suitcase closer to the corner.
Christ, look at that ass.
Call me a pervert all you want, but I’ve said it from the first moment I met this girl—she has sexy curves, and it’s hard to keep my eyes off them.
After pushing my stuff to the side, she takes a seat on the bed and starts taking her vitamins, so I stretch out under the covers and plug my phone in.
“Did you eat dinner?” I ask, trying to think of something to say so my mind gets off the way her ass looked in those shorts.
“Haisley and I grabbed a burger at the bar. She’s so cool. I think she would get along with my friend Hattie as well.”
Glad someone is having a good time with the Hoppers. If only I could make that connection with one of the guys. They probably think I’m an idiot at this point.
“Why, you worried I didn’t get anything to eat?” she asks.
“Worried about you? No. Worried about me? Yes. If you don’t eat dinner, I can only imagine the kind of damage you could do to my lap in the morning. Don’t need you ravenous.”
She rolls her eyes and applies her lotion before slipping under the covers. But I don’t let her get situated as I lift the blankets back and make room for her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I gesture to my lap. “Might as well start where you know you’re going to end up.”
Her nostrils flare and she flips to her side, offering me her back. “Fuck…off, Brody.”
“I’m trying to be helpful,” I protest.
“That’s not being helpful—that’s being a jerk.”
“And what do you call your helpfulness earlier today?”
She glances over her shoulder. “That was me being competitive. You just couldn’t keep up.”
“Wow, what’s it like being so delusional?”
“It’s fun, maybe you should try it. You wouldn’t be so uptight all the time.”
“I’m not uptight,” I counter.They probably think I’m an idiot.
Once she’s situated under the covers, she turns toward me and sits up on her elbow. “Brody, can I make a suggestion?” She waits for an answer, but I know it won’t matter what I say, so I nod. “I know you want to get to know Reginald better, but you were so tense today. You were so worried about your image and ego that you forgot to have fun. That’s what today was supposed to be. Fun. Instead, you were scowling the whole time.”
“Not the whole time,” I murmur.
“For the most part. And I don’t know why you were so worried about how people perceived you because I watched Hudson, the possible next CEO of Hopper Industries, thrust his groin into his brother’s face to pop a balloon. I don’t think anyone was worried about what the people looked like.”
