Page 52 of So This Is War
The doors part, and we step off the elevator. “Dude, you like to fuck. She’s an attractive girl. I could see something there.”
Little does he know.
There’s more than just something.
There’s a fucking semi-truck full of lust.
“Yeah, but she’s Coach Wood’s daughter. Do you really think I’d get even close to that?”
“I mean . . . I could see it. You let your dick do the thinking a lot. I’ve had to get you out of a few mishaps.”
Everyone seems to remember the little favors they’ve done for me here and there, but heaven forbid they give me anyfucking credit for the ginormous favors I’ve done for them—found them love.
“Trust me when I say nothing will be happening between us. First of all, she’s fucking young, like ten years younger.”
“Silas is ten years older than Ollie.”
“Yeah, and there are times when she calls him granddad. Do you really think I want that for my life?”
Eli chuckles. “No.”
“And second. If I even think about going near her, Coach Wood will find out somehow and chop off my dick, douse it in gold, and then keep it as a trophy on his desk as a prized possession.”
Eli nods. “Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”
“Oh, there you are,” Penny says as she spots us in the hallway. “How did Holden do?” She takes Eli by the hand, and he leans down and kisses her. I look away because I’m so fucking hard up at this point that a light peck on the cheek could get me revved up and ready.
“He did great,” Eli says in his sweet voice made only for Penny.
“Wonderful. Ready for breakfast?”
He wiggles his brows. “More than ready.”
Looks like Penny is on the menu.
They take off and slip into her office without even having the decency of saying goodbye. Fucking rude. They shut the door behind them with a click of the lock. Yup, it’s a do-not-disturb situation over there.
I head down the hallway and poke my head in Blakely’s office. She’s sitting across from Wylie, and Wylie’s back is toward me. For a second, I take in the long slope of her neck and the poise in her shoulders as she speaks with Blakely.
This morning, when she walked into the kitchen, makeup-free, I had to keep myself from getting close, tugging her intomy chest, and lifting her onto the counter so I could personally count every freckle on her cheeks. It was a monumental feat, and when I remained stoic and in place, I inwardly said I’d reward myself later for such strength.
Even now, though, I feel the pull with her a few feet away.
My body wants to gravitate toward her like Eli gravitated toward Penny. And I’m sure if Halsey was here right now, he’d be doing the same with?—
“Hey, can I interrupt?”
Speak of the devil.
Blakely looks up at the doorframe and catches me and Halsey standing there, but whereas I’m empty-handed, looking for my protein shake, Halsey has a box of donuts for his wife.
Wow, I look like a real fucking asshole.
“Did you bring me donuts?” Blakely asks as she stands from her chair.
“I did,” Halsey says as he walks into the office.
And painfully, I watch as they meet in the middle. Blakely slides her hand up Halsey’s chest as he wraps his free arm around her waist, and they kiss.
