Page 45 of Dirty Dix

We stand silent for a few moments, and Juliet’s body language highlights the fact she wants me to invite her in. But the thing is, I don’t want to. She looks way too intoxicating in her skinny jeans and peach camisole, and I know she’ll end up destroying whatever resolve I have left.

“I’m actually expecting guests,” I reveal, feeling a touch guilty, as I’ve made it more than obvious she’s not invited to join us.

“Oh?” She raises a fair brow.

“Yeah, a couple of the guys are coming over to watch the game,” I explain with a firm nod.

“Oh,” she says once again, brushing back her hair. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

She gets it. She understands loud and clear that I don’t want her socializing with my friends, and she doesn’t…care.

Most men would think they’ve struck gold, but I’m not most men, and I know Juliet doesn’t care because she doesn’t care about me. For a while, sex without strings was fun, but now? Now, it’s just sad.

Is this change of heart because of Madison, who I have a genuine interest in physicallyandemotionally? Or is it because I’m sick of the person I see staring back at me every day? Whatever the reason, I never should have started whatever this is between Juliet and me.

“I’ll see you during the week?” Juliet asks, disturbing my thoughts.

“Sure,” I reply, as I don’t want to share my revelations when my friends are due to turn up on my doorstep at any minute.

Tracing my stubbled jaw with her fingernail, she says, “I’m going shopping for the perfect outfit this week.”

I cock a confused eyebrow, and she smiles.

“For the awards night, silly. I’ll be the perfect plus-one.” She winks. “Speaking of plus-ones…What happens in Boston stays in Boston.” She licks her plump lips. “I’d be willing if you were.”

I remain stone-faced and nod. “I’ll think about it,” I reply, casually addressing her suggestion of a threesome.

“Okay. Well, don’t think too hard. Just think about me riding your face while you’re fucking another girl,” she states, while I almost choke. She leans forward and kisses me passionately.

My mouth, the traitorous bastard, kisses her back, and her knowledgeable tongue coaxes my dick to shift to attention. However, I pull away before I lose control.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Juliet,” I say, my voice wavering.

“Bye, babe.” She turns on her booted heel, giving me a clear view of her tight ass as she walks away.

I slam the door shut and lean against it. I forgot I asked Juliet to be my plus-one for the next month’s awards ceremony. I was caught in a vulnerable moment as I was fucking her over my desk and the gold invite caught her attention. She asked who I was taking, and the fact I was buried balls deep in her had me asking if she would come. Moments later, shedidcome, and then she agreed to come to the awards night with me. I was planning on going alone, as it’s not typically acceptable conduct to bring your fuck buddy to a prestigious event involving your work. But I couldn’t exactly tell her that.

Now I’m stuck with no other option but to deal with my fuckup and spend the weekend with Juliet and a possible plus one, if she has her way. I could retract the invite, but honestly, knowing Juliet, she’ll just show up anyway.

Frustrated, I push off the door and head into the kitchen to grab a much-needed beer. Tossing back my Budweiser, I reach for another, as I know I’ll need it to deal with Hunter, who will smell something is up the moment he enters the room. My cell chimes, and I grab it off the marbled counter. I hope it’s not the boys canceling because I really need their advice again.

But the text message is from Madison.

Did you know that New York cheesecake is the most popular cheesecake in the entire world?

Smiling, I reply,No, I did not. Good to see you’ve been doing your homework. Speaking of, how’s the dual degree going?

It’s going terribly.

Why terribly?I ask, not able to imagine Madison being terrible at anything.

Because I suck at pharmacology. I’ll make a sucky nurse :(

I chuckle at her wit and text back.

You will not. It just happens I’m an expert in drugs. Well, prescribing them, not taking them :P

You don’t say. Would you be willing to offer your expertise? A slice of New York’s famous cheesecake is yours if you say yes.

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