Page 21 of Happenstance
“You like it when I talk dirty.” He puckered his lips out and shot her a wink. “I bet you’re wearing lacy little panties right now.”
Oh god, why was he talking about her panties? I was never going to get that image out of my head.
“My undergarments are none of your concern, Mr. Kessler.”
I couldn’t agree more with that statement.
“It’s so fucking hot the way you say undergarments.”
This was the worst foreplay I had ever witnessed. “I think my dick just died.”
“There will be no talking about genitals in this office, Mr. Whitley.”
But undergarments that were going to haunt my dreams were okay?
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Pussy,” Mason snorted.
I hoped my dad got here soon. At this point, I’d even take my mother. Anything was better than listening to this shit.
“Parker?”
Correction, almost anything was better than this shit.
I closed my eyes, praying I didn’t hear who I thought I did. That dream died the second my gaze landed on the blonde with her hand on her hip. My head fell back as I let out a long sigh. My sister was the last person I expected Ashworth to call. In her first year here, Ava burnt half the school down because someone stole her pencil. And it wasn’t a special pencil or anything like that. It was your run of the mill stick of wood with lead.
“Holy shit, Ava,” Mase sang. For some reason, the stupid bastard liked my sister, “How the fuck have you been?”
“Language, Mr. Kessler.”
Both Ava and Mase shot the receptionist a look, which she more than happily returned. The fucking terrifying part was that Mase wasn’t the only one to back away from the stare down. My sister did too. Ava’s light eyes turned away from the receptionist and rolled back to me. Maybe Mrs. Grier really was a soul sucking demon?
“Called to the office for fighting?” Her chest puffed up as her smile widened. “I’m proud of you, baby brother.”
Of course she was.
“Calm down, I didn’t start it.”
“But did you finish it?”
I guess that depended on what she meant by ‘finish it.’ Did I beat Sean down? Yeah, but he beat me down too. We both had bruises, cuts and scrapes, but we pulled apart before it could go beyond that.
“You should’ve seen him.” Mase slapped me on the back.
I scowled at Mase. What the hell was he talking about? He wasn’t there.
“He finally sacked up and claimed his girl.”
Ava cocked her head. “He has a girl.”
Fucking big mouth.
“Fuck yeah, he has a girl.” Mrs. Grier once again reprimanded Mason on his choice of words. “Knocked her up and everything.”
My face dropped into my palm. I could literally hear Ava’s eyes light up as she excitedly squealed, “A baby?”
Fuck my life.
