Just My Type(24)

Christ. I am such a pussy.

Her back is to me, and of course my eyes go right to her ass. She’s wearing a pair of red, skintight, athletic leggings, and the way those things curve around the swell of her ass makes my dick swell in my jogger pants. With a white tank top that shows off a little muscle definition in her deltoids and biceps, I jump to full-blown hard-on mode, knowing that as much as she says she hates gyms and working out, she definitely keeps in shape one way or another.

It’s not like I’m a health nut, or have this crazy workout regime, or set up those fucking meal plans for people. I like fast food. I never order diet, fat-free, calorie-free, taste-free, joy-free anything. But working out, and helping other people work out, is my job. It’s the biggest part of my life. My dick knows this. And my dick sure as fuck appreciates Ember’s fit little body, even as she turns around and I see the front of her white tank top has red lettering that says Did you say exercise? I thought you said extra fries.

With all that blonde hair up in a high ponytail on her head, Ember’s eyes finally meet mine across the room. Just like the other day at Starbucks, I feel like someone punched me in the goddamn chest when she looks at me. While I’m standing here with a hard-on, and probably some kind of wild look on my face, Ember crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.

“Interested, huh? I think not.” Blake laughs from right behind me, looking over my shoulder at Ember’s less than interested expression.

Goodbye, hard-on.

I respect any woman who has no interest in me, and I back off. Regardless of what Blake said, this is not the first time a woman told me she didn’t have any interest. Sure, it doesn’t happen very often, but it happens. I’m not one of those douchebags who thinks “no” will turn to “yes” if I just keep bugging the shit out of her and wear her down. But I saw Ember’s interest. I saw her lick her bottom lip while I stared at her mouth. I felt her shiver when I pressed my hand against the small of her back. And when the glare on Ember’s face across the room disappears as her eyes continue to stay locked on mine, I watch her swallow. And lick that bottom lip of hers.

I can’t stop the grin that lifts the corner of my mouth as I slide my hands into the front pockets of my joggers and walk toward her. Stopping when I’m a few inches away from her, I keep my hands in my pockets as I stare down at her, afraid that if I pull them out I’m going to want to grab onto her hips and yank that hot body of hers against mine.

“Glad to see you followed instructions on the comfortable clothes, Tink,” I tell her, my eyes trailing down the front of her body and back up to her face.

I watch her try to suppress a shudder, and it just makes my smile grow.

Not interested, my ass.

“Are you blushing, Ember?” I tease in a low voice. “My, my. Such behavior in front of your boss. I’m going to have to mark this on your employee file.”

She huffs in the most adorable way, any trace of interest immediately erased from her face.

“Piss off. It’s hot in here. You really do need donors so you can get some decent air conditioning,” she replies in a haughty voice.

She has no idea that when she gives me attitude it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

“Yo, bitch tits! I got the baby oil for you to rub all over yourself that you requested, and I picked up your Speedo thong from the dry cleaners,” Blake announces, coming up to stand next to me.

Ember tries to smother a laugh as I let out a sigh.

“Blake, this is Ember. Ember, this is Blake, my annoying sister who doesn’t understand boundaries. And may or may not have seen our emails,” I mutter apologetically.

“Eh, my best friend read them as well. You’ll be happy to know that she too thinks you are unexceptional.” Ember shrugs.

“Are my ears deceiving me? Do we have another inductee into the Baker Ain’t Shit Fan Club?”

We all turn as Rachel walks up to my sister, wrapping her arm around her waist and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Not one, but two new members, my love. It’s like all our dreams are finally coming true,” Blake says is a dreamy voice, clasping her hands together under her chin.

“All right, fuck off. Both of you,” I grumble, turning away from their amused smiles to look back at Ember. “Ember, this is Rachel, my equally annoying sister-in-law, and Blake’s wife.”

With her arm still securely around Blake’s waist, Rachel holds her free hand out toward Ember. Who just stands there with her arms still crossed in front of her, looking back and forth between my sister and her wife.

A sick feeling starts to form in the pit of my stomach the longer Rachel continues to stand there with her hand outstretched and Ember doesn’t take it.

“Oh, come on,” Ember mutters, a look of irritation on her face as she keeps looking back and forth between Blake and Rachel. “This just isn’t right.”

Son of a bitch. This is it. This is the other goddamn shoe dropping.

Ember sweeps her arm between them, making a little annoyed, growling sound under her breath, while I try to steady my breathing and not lose my shit all over the place that I found her one fucking flaw.

“Seriously, all this… I can’t,” Ember says with a shake of her head while I try not to throw up. “Two ridiculously hot people should not be together. It defies the laws of nature. One person in a coupledom should always be slightly hotter than the other. It’s science.”