Page 76 of Hot Mess
And I couldn’t help wondering if he was really attracted to me.
Me, and not just my resemblance to my sister.
He was, wasn’t he?
He’d definitely flirted with me via text, trying more than once to turn the conversation sexual. He’d definitely checked me out, several times.
And he’d cleaned up his place a bit.
Coincidence?
There were no dirty dishes this time. The underwear and condoms were nowhere to be seen. He’d even put on jeans and an unoffensive Beastie Boys shirt, with three-quarter sleeves that covered his rudest tattoos.
Compared to the first time I’d been in his home, he looked practically ready for church.
“You’ve got a lot of cool stuff in here,” he said, his voice low and quiet as he perused the images I’d pinned for him.
“Thank you.” It was pretty much the first positive thing he’d said to me throughout this entire process. “Do you have a Pinterest account?”
“No.”
“If you wouldn’t mind opening one, I can share this board with you. It’s an easy way to share ideas, and you can browse and approve things as I price them out for you.”
“Sure.”
“Great.”
He’d stopped scrolling. He stood next to me, stock-still.
Had I just landed this job?
I stared at the screen, but I couldn’t really see it. All I could see was his arm, right next to mine. His hand, right next to mine. The lovely lines of his muscles and his tanned skin, the silver ring on his pinky finger.
He wore jewelry, and he wore it well. And I liked that about him.
That alluring combo of ruggedness and beauty…
“We didn’t finish talking about the bedding,” I said, still not looking at him. “Assuming you want full bedding for the new bed?”
“Yeah. I’ll need that.”
“Then I’ll make some final recommendations on the bedding for you. I’ll add them to the board. And that’s about it, I think. Those are the major items.” He didn’t say anything, and finally, I looked at him. “I can work on the other details as we go,” I practically squeaked out. “And I’ll source some blackout curtains. I mean, if you actually hire me.”
His face was incredibly close to mine. And I just couldn’t get over his eyes. Black eyelashes. Blue irises. Like perfect blue. Mine had about four different colors in them up close. His were just… blue.
And hislips…
I looked away. I hadn’t actually glimpsed his tongue piercing again, not since the first night we met, but the idea of it was driving me crazy.
I’d never kissed a guy with a pierced tongue before. Much less fucked a guy with a pierced—
Bucket list.
Did it make me a terrible perv that I kept thinking of him that way?
No.Any guy who pierces his dick is not gonna mind you thinking about it.
That’s what I kept trying to tell myself, to make myself feel better about perving on him.
