Page 76 of Wicked Angel
“You’re welcome.” I gave her a hug.
Then I continued browsing and she followed, and I could feel her watching me. “What about Johnny?” she asked me. “Is he any of the reason for your… tension?”
I glanced at her and she raised an eyebrow. As my OG Bestie of Besties, Courteney was the only person who knew the full extent of my secret longings for Johnny.
In the past, I reminded myself.
“You mean, my client?”
“Right. You were crushing on him for ages. That whole ‘I hate him but I want to lick him all over’ thing you had going on…”
“It’s called a hate crush, and it’s long dead.”
“Is it? I mean… is there any desire there these days, at all? Of the licking variety?”
I looked her in the eye, and I couldn’t lie. “Okay, tons.” She frowned. “But that doesn’t mean I have to act on it.”
“Right.” She hesitated. “I am sorry that Cary pulled out of his project.” She sighed softly. “I feel torn about it. I mean, he’s Shayla’s brother, and now he’s your client… I’m sure once this whole mess settles and Johnny works things out with his band, my brother would consider working with him again someday. I mean, don’t tell Johnny I said that. I don’t want to speak for Cary or get involved.”
“I won’t. Believe me. We are not getting in the middle of some male pissing match, or whatever it is.”
“Yeah. Just… be careful with him, okay?” Courteney’s pretty eyes filled with worry, for me. “I know what Shayla says about him and that he’s not terrible. Xander likes him okay. But… I know what everyone else says about him, too.”
“Don’t worry. Really. I know who I’m dealing with.”
“Good. And hey, if you ever forget, Shay will be happy to remind you.”
I groaned. “I know.” As much as Shayla loved her brother, she knew he was not a happily-ever-after type of guy. And I was a seeking-happily-ever-after type of girl. Bottom line, she did not want to see my heart smashed again.
I would not be smashed.
I would not get derailed in my mission to land on my feet. And that was what Johnny would be to me if I kept touching his abs: a massive derailment.
You really need to stop touching his abs.
I did it again, today, as I was leaving his place. Like a horny sex maniac. This time, I made it seem like an accident as we both reached for the door at the same time.
It wasn’t an accident.
Because you are a sex maniac.
On that note, I probably needed to make things crystal clear with him. And with myself. The conversation today probed around it a bit. But I needed him to know, I wasn’t crushing on him. I wasn’t hooking up with him.
There would be no getting personally involved. Naked or otherwise.
I picked up a wicked looking black thing from the shelf.The Avenging Angel.Huh; dark. It had a phallic end and then two horned prongs that were obviously for the clit.
“Yup,” I muttered, “you sure look like a Johnny.”
I glanced at Courteney, remembering she could hear me. She tried really hard not to make a grossed out face, but I knew her too well.
“Hmm. Or maybe I’ll call it Xander…”
She laughed. “Oh my God! Do not!”
I grinned and stashed the Avenging Angel in my basket.
“Holy shit. Johnny’s expensive.” Courteney showed me the price tag. “Can you afford such an expensive Battery Operated Boyfriend? I’m sure there’s a BOB in the clearance bin that can show you a good time.”
