Page 36 of Accidental Husband
It's just other people refuse to believe the platonic nature of our relationship.
They see Griff with his soulful dark eyes, and his strong shoulders, and all that ink on his built arms, and they thinkit must be impossible to resist someone that hot.
It…
Um…
"Hey." Wes's bouncy voice fills the space. "You two trading secrets?"
"Always." Griff shoots Wes a wink.
"Anything about me?" Wes asks.
Griff nods. "Jules thinks you're loaded."
"Oh my God." I play swat Griff. It helps push the heaviness away. It helps keep the mood light. "I do not."
Wes raises a browdon't you?
"Sorry, Wes, but I don't think about your cock," I say.
Wes just chuckles. "You can't have it anyway." He nods to Quinn, who's waiting in line with a bottle of black iced tea and a bag of mixed dried fruit. "Exclusively for Quinn."
"That's too much information," I say.
"You're not invited to watch." Wes winks, turns, joins his girlfriend. Um, student.
My nose scrunches. "Why would I want to watch?"
"Be honest. You would." Griff nudges me.
I shake my headno way.
"Two hot people going at it—why wouldn't you?"
"They're my friends." I clear my throat. "Thinking about your friends having sex is uncomfortable. I certainly don't want to know anything about your sex life."
"Oh yeah?"
I nodhell yeah.
"Twenty bucks says you'll be begging for details by the end of the night."
"Details on?"
"Everything."
"You really like losing money to me." I offer my hand.
He shakes. "I was gonna say the same thing."
Chapter Ten
Juliette
All the discussion of sex hangs in the air. Even as we climb into the car, head back to the freeway, cruise at eighty miles an hour.
My head keeps thinking up mental images of Griff in, um, compromising positions.
