Page 44 of Who's Your Daddy
Cal holds out his arms, grinning. “It’s my get-it-done suit.”
The move causes his lapels to shift, drawing my attention to his chest and the pink polka dot tie around his neck.
Before today, I’d have told you Cal looks good in anything. I’d have been wrong. This suit is not only ridiculous, it’s downright painful to look at. “Wearing orange and pink helps you work?”
With a chuckle, he pulls a piece of paper from his shoulder bag and holds it out to me.
Once again, my jaw hits the floor. “My Howard order?” I gasp. “How?”
He rocks back on his heels, tugging on his lapels and smirking. “It’s the suit. They can’t ignore me when I’m in this baby.”
Brian chuckles. “Works every time for the dumbass.”
Teeth sinking into my bottom lip, I consider the man in the tacky suit. For once, despite the outfit, Cal doesn't seem like a dumbass.
“Whatever Lola wants…”
This time, when the lyrics slip from his mouth, they don’t annoy me at all.
Chapter 14
Cal
While I’ve officially settled into my role as a dad and our new living situation in New Jersey, I can’t say the same for some of my roommates.
It’s been two weeks, yet Brian is more surly than ever.
“What was that man doing in our apartment?” he asks, leering over the conference table, a big ball of negative energy.
Ah. He must have run into the man I hired to handle a little home project.
“When was the last time you had a rumpy-pumpy in the sheets?”
Brian scowls. Lo, on the other hand, snorts. That reaction sends a thrill through me.
“A what?” The edge in his tone warns of the pain he’d like to inflict on me.
I don’t heed it at all.
“You know, when was the last time you had your wanker boinked?”
He straightens and runs a hand over his jaw. “For fucks sake.”
I grin at Lola, then continue to tease Brian. “A shagging, a banging, get nasty, make whoopie. Any of these familiar?”
His face is red and mottled, like he’s ready to explode. Blinkingback and forth from me to Lola, he shakes his head. “Why are you smiling at him?”
She presses her lips together, flattening her expression. “I’m not.”
Bloody hell. I want to leap across the table and pummel his arse for wiping away that beautiful smile.
“You were.” The lines on Brian’s forehead deepen.
“You’re going to want to stop doing that.” With a wave of my hand, I push back and stand.
Brian sighs. “I have a feeling I’ll regret asking. Doing what?”
“A frowny upside downy?” I look to Lola for confirmation that the term works.
