Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(23)
She smiled. “It’s frowned upon, but he said he’ll do it if I want to. And I do.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s like forty.”
“He’s only thirty-one.”
“That’s ten years older than you!”
“So? He’s hot.”
He was, but still. “Lizzy, you can find someone your age.”
“Age is just a number,” she said, waving me off. “Plus, I really want to get laid and by a man.”
My face scrunched up. “Are you having sex with females and I didn’t know it?”
She laughed, rolling onto her back. “No, I mean, I want a man who is going to love every single inch of me. Not a selfish man, where I’m sucking his dick for an hour and getting a finger shoved up my puss as his foreplay. I want someone to take his time with me.”
And just like that, my thoughts flew back to Gus. Squirming in the bed, I nodded. “Yeah, I guess…”
“Come on! You know what I mean, like a guy who will stay between my legs for hours with his mouth. Someone who is worried about my orgasm. Someone who cares about pleasing me. All these guys just want to come and don’t care about me, ya know?”
Swallowing hard, I tried to calm my body, but it was useless. Between my dream and having Gus between my legs in real life and then seeing him with water dripping down that mouth of his and thinking that could have been the remnants of my orgasm, there was no way I could think of anything but. Gus was just like Lizzy was describing, not that she knew that. I did not tell her. Anything. Involving Gus…
Not that it mattered. It was my business. I answered, “Yeah.”
“Good, I’m glad you agree.”
Since I didn’t want to argue with her, and hell, it wasn’t my life, I nodded. “You do you, Liz.”
She smiled happily as she rolled on her stomach, eyeing me. “So things with Gus going well?”
I made a face, trying to hide my panic. “Things? There is nothing.”
“Bo, he’s helping you at the rink. And I saw the way you looked at him tonight.”
I waved her off. “Please, that was nothing. He’s the reason my ankle is busted.”
She pulled her brows together and pursed her lips as she pointed to me. “I thought you said you tripped and twisted it.”
I nodded. I’d forgotten that was what I told her. “I tripped over him! He’s got big ole feet.”
She scoffed. “You’re lying to me, you asshole.”
I laughed. Nervously. “I would never.”
“Whatever. I know something is going on.”
“Nothing is going on,” I said once more, waving her off, and then I pointed to the door. “Go on. I’ve got work to do.”
She rolled her eyes, scooting off the bed. “I know something is, but fine. I’ll let you lie and try to keep him all to yourself.”
As she got off the bed, I gave her a look. “Nothing is going on.”
She just laughed. “Fine, but remember, Bo St. James, be careful. Gus isn’t the kind of guy to settle down.”
I rolled my eyes. “There is nothing to be careful about. For one, I’m not settling down, and for two, nothing is going on.”
“That’s what they all say when it comes to Gus the Bus,” she sang as she went out the door, shutting it behind her before I could say anything else. Not sure what I would have said, but either way, it wasn’t going to happen. I might have thought he was hot as sin and cool when he wasn’t being a pigheaded, obnoxious fuck boy, but that was only ten percent of the time. The other ninety percent, I hated him.
And that was that.
When my phone sounded, I reached for it, and just like that, my granny was in my head, speaking her famous phrase. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Gus: Hey, how’s the ankle?
I almost didn’t text him back. We’d exchanged numbers so that if anything came up this week, he could get ahold of me or the other way around. This was not allowed.
Bo: Are you going to be late tomorrow?
Gus: No. I was just checking in.
Bo: You don’t need to check in unless you aren’t coming.
Gus: Fuck, BJSJ, calm down. I’m just saying hey and checking in on your ankle. I was worried about you.
That stupid nickname he had for me was going to get on my last nerve. Especially since it made me grin like a stupid schoolgirl. And then I got another text from him.
Gus: If you don’t tell me, I’ll call.
Damn it. Rolling my eyes, I threw my pencil on the bed and typed back violently.
Bo: My ankle is fine.
Gus: Good. Keeping it elevated?
Bo: Yes.
Gus: Great. Is the swelling going down?
Bo: Some.
Gus: Great, you’ll be back to normal in no time. It killed me seeing you by the doors today.
My face scrunched up. Why did he care?
Bo: Why?
Gus: You looked bored. Plus, I couldn’t check out your ass and tits from where I was. It was depressing.
I didn’t respond, caught for a moment in the thought of him checking me out while I’d been so unbelievably hot for him.