Page 23 of Kiss-Fist
Hot or not, he’s a client. And he’s out of my league.
“I came by to borrow a dildo,” Isaac calls from his spot on the couch.
“Oh, fuck off.” He’s so full of shit.
“Fine, fine. Your dildos are too small anyway. I can take much bigger dicks.”
“Shut up, Isaac. You know that’s not true.”
He laughs loudly and then sighs. “Yeah, okay. The truth. I came to escape. Brandi has a new boyfriend.” Brandi is his sister, and she’s usually cool, but the moment she gets a new boyfriend, all sex hell breaks loose in their apartment.
“This is why I refuse to live with my brother.” I see my brother often enough at the gym. That’s about all I can stand of family time. Pulling on my favorite shirt that shows off my biceps without chafing my nipples, I step back out into the living room and drop against his side.
He sighs and drops his temple against my shoulder. “My sister is a butt-face.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And she’s butt-ugly.”
She’s not, but I don’t correct him. I know better than to get involved in sibling shit.
“Yet she can score literally anyone anywhere any time. Why can’t I do that?”
“Because you don’t want anyone anywhere anytime,” I remind him. Isaac has always been picky about his relationships. I had at least a dozen hookups and dates under my belt before he had his first who wasn’t me. Ruffling his hair, I shove him off me. “But this isn’t a good time.I have to jet.”
He pouts cutely. “Do you ever not work? I’m leaving town in two weeks, and I’m not going to be back for almost a year.” His travel schedule isn’t new though. He’s been like this since he started working, jetting off to random countries for months at a time.
I smirk as I reach into the fridge for my protein shake and run my right hand over my abs. “Sorry, this doesn’t grow itself, baby.” I snag my keys off the hook and turn to him. “Stay the night. I have some coupons for Chinese and pizza in the drawer if you get hungry. I’ll be home before nine.”
He blows me a kiss, and I catch it, pressing it to my heart.
“When you get back,” he tells me, “you’re gonna explain why you’re so eager to be at work today. I know it’s not about your abs.”
“Whaaaat? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He gives me a look, and I hate that he can literally figure me out just by watching me for ten seconds. “I’ll wait up.”
It’s easier to ignore him, jump in my car, and say a little prayer that Robbie doesn’t show up tonight, just so I can avoid coming up with a lie to tell my best friend, who most definitely will not believe me.
My eyes are a little hazy as I watch Leaf’s form. He bends, then straightens. Bends, then straightens. There’s too much curve in his back though, so I walk up and run my hand over his spine.
“Breathe out, straighten right here, then try it again.”
He does what I ask, squatting and standing. “Oh. Shit. That’s so much easier. Who knew?”
“I do know what I’m doing most of the time.”
Leaf grins at me. He looks a little better since his chicken wounds have started healing. “Seems so.”
I let him continue his squats as I head back to the bench and pick up my phone. I have the security app open and have pulled up the video log from the other day when Robbie and I were working out. It’s been tempting me since I got here, tormenting me because not only will it mean watching Robbie’s gorgeous form again, but I still don’t know what he said.
I hit the button and watch it again. Despite staring at it often, I can only pick up a couple of words here and there. But it’s nothing more than Zev has already taught me.
Fuck, what I’d give to know just a little.
“Uh. Is that a thing you do here? Watch us on security footage?”
My gaze snaps up to Leaf, who has a brow quirked, one of his arms pulled over his head in a stretch. Guilt rushes through me, and I feel my ears start to burn. I have no idea how long I’d gotten lost watching the video, and I do my best to come up with a lie, but all I can manage is a small dying sound.
