Page 7 of Reckless

Could be a good fuck buddy material after all.

“Say what you have to say, little monster. I am entertaining a lady.” A gagging sound filled my ear.

“You said you were working tonight.”

“I am. But you know I can’t resist temptation. You are coming tomorrow, right?”

Translation: Please confirm you are not physically in the same state as me in that very second.

“Yes. Don’t worry,” she laughed, assuming I was worried she might decide not to come. “Are you going to wait for us at the airport?”

She meant her and her fiancé Lucas. I genuinely liked the guy. I liked everyone actually. Especially when I didn’t have to spend a lot of time with them. I considered the possibility of waiting for them at the airport. Clem would ask to visit my place. And I would have to come up with an excuse why she couldn’t. Then I would have to watch her disappointed face at that restaurant.

No. Hannah Spencer got me into this. The least she could do was to go sit around at the fucking airport and then act like a guide to the happy couple for the day.

“I can’t. You should ask Hannah though. I am sure she would love to wait for you guys. She could help you find your hotel too.”

That girl was a total people pleaser. I was sure she would do it for Clem with the same enthusiasm she would do it for her neighbor’s third cousin she had never met.

I caught a glimpse of Tracy. She was examining her nails. That’s when I realized I had removed my hand from between her legs without even noticing.

“Oh, yeah. She already offered. I just wanted to check if you wanted to come.”

Pretending I was dumb and couldn’t get a hint, I reminded my sister there was a woman waiting for my attention. She replied with more gagging sounds, then hung up on me, which was exactly what I was aiming for.

I checked the time. There wasn’t much left. A second later a loud knock came from the other side of the door. It was more of a bang, than a knock, and it came a few minutes earlier than it should have. Chloe obviously had seen me coming in here with Tracy.

“The party is over for tonight, Tracy. Give me your phone.”

I added my number to her contacts, dialed myself for save her number and helped her get down from my desk.

“No strings attached,” I reminded her, expecting one last confirmation from her.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t plan on wasting time and energy on starting a relationship with a thirty-year-old fuckboy, no matter how handsome.”

Not that it mattered to her, but I was twenty-seven. Everything else in her statement was correct. I was a fuckboy, and she would be wasting her time with me. That image served me well for years. It kept people away from me. Not only women. Men too. No one wanted an irresponsible guy like me for a friend. For a drinking buddy? Sure. But never for a friend.

There was another bang on the door, right before I swung it open. Chloe frowned at me and Tracy. It made her look like she had only one brow. Her lips were a thin line.

“It’s time,” she roared. I felt Tracy’s body tensing beside me. I looked my new fuck buddy in the eyes, ignoring Chloe.

“Give me a heads up before you come next time, okay?”

Tracy nodded and turned her back on us. I smiled at Chloe and pretended nothing happened.

“Shall we?” I waved my hand towards the locked door that hid the staircase leading to the basement. She stepped in front of me. My eyes slid down her body.

Fuck. Those uniforms are slutty.

I didn’t own the bar, so I didn’t have the last word on anything around here. If it was up to me, I would have never made the waitresses wear these. I had seen waitresses in strip clubs with more fabric on.

I knew Chloe hated dressing like that. I tried to talk to the owner about it. Long story short: he didn’t care.

He didn’t want to run the place. He inherited it from his old man when he kicked the bucket a few years ago, but since his father loved it so much, he didn’t have it in him to close it. So he hired me as a manager. He was happy to have some profit from it, but didn’t want to invest anything more. Which meant no new uniforms.

Chloe offered to pay herself for hers when she started working here, just to be able to buy something less revealing, but I couldn’t let her do that. I couldn’t let the others think she was getting a special treatment. They already gossiped about us and weren’t exactly thrilled I gave her a job in the first place.

They thought we were bumping uglies when we vanished together every Friday night.Been there, done that, I wanted to tell them. But it was a good thing they came up with a story about our disappearances, that had nothing to do with the reality.

---