Page 151 of Hot Mess
I was fucking waiting on her, when I swore to myself I’d never wait on anyone again.
I tried to focus on my playlist. This was important to Summer, which meant it was important to our band. But I just got more distracted when Danica came into the dining room… watching her measure and remeasure as she fussed around, making the picture straight.
She’d hung the image of my mom on the wall, and I looked at it over her shoulder.
“That look straight from over there?” she asked me. “My level says it’s right.”
My eyes dropped to her ass as she thrust one hip out. “Looks great to me.”
Then “Super Freak” came on and she burst out laughing.
“Your song choices are quite… eclectic… today.”
“They’re Summer’s.”
She smiled at me, with a flash of curiosity in her eyes, and went back to her work.
I finally finished my playlist and sent the Apple Music link over to Summer with a note:Fire up your quarter-million-dollar speakers, baby.
Then I set my phone aside. Danica had danced herself into my bedroom, and I went after her. I helped her hang up the beach photo, just to be close to her.
This close, she had a faintly flowery, sexy girl smell; a smell that was now embedded in my subconscious with the smell of her come on my fingers.
“What’s that scent?” I asked as we stood back and checked out the photo.
“What?” She lifted her arm and gave her armpit a little sniff. “I guess I’m a little sweaty…”
I smirked. “You smell like flowers and stuff.”
“Oh. I don’t wear perfume. Lotion?”
“Whatever it is… it’s good.”
“You like it?” Not flirtatious. More like she was surprised I’d noticed or something.
I looked her right in her soft blue eyes. “Makes me want to bury my face between your legs so I can taste you again.”
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she stared at me. “Uh… I have a lot more work to do.”
Then she dashed out into the living room.
I sighed.
For the next few hours, I helped her hang curtains, stuff pillows, and organize shit in my closets. She even washed my new bedding before she put it on the bed.
Then I had to take off. I had plans with Coop. My ex-bassist was in town and I told him we’d do dinner.
“What time will you be done tonight?” I asked Danica before I left.
“About ten, I think.”
“What about dinner?”
“I’ll just order in a bite when I get hungry.”
“You know, you could come with me…”
She smiled at me. “Thank you. But there’s a lot to do, and I’d like to get it done. I have a pretty busy week with other clients.”
