Page 24 of Loathe at First Sight

“Who do I need to ask?” He looks so damn confused it’s almost cute.

I try to contain my smile. Using my pen to point at Dylan, I say, “Maybe her brother.”

His head snaps to the side. “That’s your sister?”

“The one you were just talking about with the long legs you’d like to climb between? Yeah.”

“Fuck, bro. I’m sorry.” He looks at me. “Why didn’t you say something before I made an ass out of myself?”

Dylan and I both burst out laughing. I reply, “Because it was so much more fun this way.”

“Man, you guys are assholes. How long are you going to haze me for?”

Dylan says, “As long as you’re still the newbie.”

It’s quiet for a minute before Jamie speaks again. “So, where did we land on me asking her out? Is it cool?”

Dylan squeezes the bridge of his nose, trying to calm whatever headache is coming on. “Dude, she would eat you up and spit you out.”

Jamie grins. “I’d like it.”

Both Dylan and I change our grins to looks of disgust.

I don’t say anything because quite frankly, none of this is any of my business.

After a long pause, Dylan says, “If you want to ask her out, go for it. Just be prepared for her to shoot you down.”

Another smile. “We’ll see.”

And with that, he gets up and walks out the door.

Dylan looks at me, “Kid has giant brass ones on him, I’ll give him that.”

“Are you really okay with him dating your sister?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care. Liz is older than me, and frankly can still probably kick my ass, so I’m not about to get involved in her love life. Plus, I don’t think she’ll be interested.”

After a minute more, he stands up to go get back to work so that I can do the same. I tell him that when he finishes with Mrs. Anderson’s car, he can get started on his sister’s if he has time.

He agrees and walks out.

After a morning filled with Liz Lawson, I do my best to keep her off my mind. After seeing the things that I did this morning, that’s going to be difficult. Now, when I see her, I’m going to wonder if she’s wearing that tiny thong underneath her clothes.

And I’ll wonder if she’s been using that toy of hers…and how she uses that toy.

It has nothing to do with me wanting her. But I’m a guy. Anything and everything sexual pretty much reigns supreme in my mind. As much as thinking about her in that way annoys me, it’s just a fact.

But one thing makes me feel like a smug son of a bitch.

My dick is bigger than that toy of hers.

eight

Embarrassment with a side of Pizza

Liz

Jack saw my underpants.

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