I don’t date. Dating leads to relationships and falling in love, and that shit makes your brain turn into mush. I like my brain too much for that.
The safest option is to call Jensen and ask if Kayla can still stay with Finn’s friend, but the thought of her waking up in someone else’s house has my stomach flipping upside down. I don’t want to ship her off. I want her to stay. At least until she can afford her own apartment.
Great. I run a multimillion dollar company, and I can’t even fix the problem living in my condo.
I need help, so I grab my phone from the nightstand to type a message, and it doesn’t take more than ten seconds before my best friend replies.
BODI:I slept with Kayla.
JENSEN:Took you long enough.
BODI:Shut up.
JENSEN:Was it any good?
BODI:Shut up.
JENSEN:Then why are you texting me?
BODI:She works for me.
JENSEN:So fire her.
BODI:I can’t do that. She’s got nothing else. Besides, she’s really good at her job.
JENSEN:I have no doubt she’s a great personal assistant to you. LOL.
BODI:I hate you.
JENSEN:Nah, you don’t.
JENSEN:What is the problem?
BODI:I still want her.
JENSEN:No shit, mate. Still don’t see the issue?
BODI:What if she wants more?
JENSEN:What if she just wants sex?
BODI:You think she can separate the two?
JENSEN:She’s nineteen. Not five.
JENSEN:Stop talking to me and go talk to her.
BODI:*Middle finger emoji*
I hate how right he is, and with a grunt, I decide to not waste any more time and get out of bed. When I walk into the living room, she looks up from the couch, her eyes moving up and down my body with a lustful gaze. I lick my lips when I notice her bare legs, a pair of sweat shorts and a Stanford t-shirt covering the rest of her body.
Why can’t she be ugly? That would make this whole situation a lot easier.
“Morning,” she smirks.
“Morning.” I plop my body on the corner of the couch, rubbing my palm over my face with a big groan, and she sighs. When my eyes find hers, she’s giving me an unimpressed look.
“Are you here to have the awkwardtalkwith me?”