go.
I'm still reeling from the shitstorm that just took place when Seth bursts out laughing, a huge belly laugh, drawing attention from everyone in the bar.
"What the hell, man? Are you that fucking drunk or what?" I don't find anything funny about the whole situation, and I'm seriously thinking about introducing him to my fist. This shit's bad enough without his crazy ass making it worse. Why would he deliberately piss Brody off?
Between laughs, he wipes tears from his eyes, and when he finally catches his breath, he explains, "I've got nobody, man. You guys are my family. All I've got. I just had to make sure he really cared about her. I had to know that if he's willing to screw up the only family I have, she's worth it."
There it is. Sethology at its finest.
"That's fucked up." I take another long drink from my beer and order another. My day just went to hell in a hand basket.
"Yeah, well, I found out what I needed to know." He sighs heavily.
"What's that?" I hate to ask, but I can't help myself.
"She is."
Chapter 9
Jenna
Victoria's Secret. Every girl's friend and every guy's dream. I'm on a mission to find something to drive Eric wild. Panties, bras, lingerie, thongs... how's a girl to choose? I don't have a lot to spend, so I've got to make it count.
"How about this one?" Quincy pops around the rack I'm staring at, holding up a sheer black negligee complete with a barely-there thong.
"Quince, I want to make him suffer, not give him a heart attack." I smile as I imagine the look on Eric's face if he saw me in that. It's almost worth buying it. "That's why we're here instead of Frederick's."
Shrugging her shoulders, my best friend looks perplexed as she continues to hold up the pitiful scrap of material. "Sheesh. I'm just trying to figure out what guys like about this stuff." She rotates it on the hanger. "I mean, why pay so much when they'll just rip it off anyway?"
I almost swallow my tongue as I start coughing. "Rip it off? What kind of movies have you been watching, Quince?"
When her face grows red and she looks anywhere but me, my amusement turns to shock. She tries to hide behind the rack, but I'm not having it. "Oh, hell no, girlfriend." I have to know what she's talking about. Right now.
She ignores me, turning to another rack. "Let's see what they have over he-" She begins looking through the bras, sliding hangers back and forth.
I race to catch up to her as she walks away. "Quincy Priest, don't you dare! You can't drop a bomb like that and walk away." She's a tiny little thing at 5'3", and if I don't stay with her, I'll lose sight of her between the racks. "Who's been ripping clothes off?"
Shrugging, she finally faces me. "Well... um... I don't know. I just thought it was something guys do." Holy shit!
"And I'm assuming that by 'guys' you mean Brody?" I don't say it, but I know Declan's not ripping her clothes off. He seems a bit too refined for that. But Brody? I can totally see it.
"Jenna..." She pauses to look at the lotion counter. "I think Brody likes the vanilla lotion. I may need to pick up some more." She's doing her best to ignore me, but her face gives her away. It's her 'tell'. Rosy cheeks and furrowed brows. She gnaws on her bottom lip as she sniffs the samples.
"Does he like it enough to rip off your clothes?" I'm nothing if not tenacious. She smiles, and I know I've got her. "Tell."
"All I'm going to say is that I've lost a couple pairs of panties." I gasp. This is my sweet and innocent friend we're talking about after all. Shit like this just doesn't happen every day, not to her.
"That is so freakin' hot!" I almost squeal in delight. All of this time, I've been worried about getting Eric in bed, and Quincy was getting prime action I didn't even know about. This is epic.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Her cheeks flame, but she smiles conspiratorially. "He gets kind of wild, and it's like he doesn't have time just to pull them off of me."
"Oh my gawd! I knew that boy
I'm still reeling from the shitstorm that just took place when Seth bursts out laughing, a huge belly laugh, drawing attention from everyone in the bar.
"What the hell, man? Are you that fucking drunk or what?" I don't find anything funny about the whole situation, and I'm seriously thinking about introducing him to my fist. This shit's bad enough without his crazy ass making it worse. Why would he deliberately piss Brody off?
Between laughs, he wipes tears from his eyes, and when he finally catches his breath, he explains, "I've got nobody, man. You guys are my family. All I've got. I just had to make sure he really cared about her. I had to know that if he's willing to screw up the only family I have, she's worth it."
There it is. Sethology at its finest.
"That's fucked up." I take another long drink from my beer and order another. My day just went to hell in a hand basket.
"Yeah, well, I found out what I needed to know." He sighs heavily.
"What's that?" I hate to ask, but I can't help myself.
"She is."
Chapter 9
Jenna
Victoria's Secret. Every girl's friend and every guy's dream. I'm on a mission to find something to drive Eric wild. Panties, bras, lingerie, thongs... how's a girl to choose? I don't have a lot to spend, so I've got to make it count.
"How about this one?" Quincy pops around the rack I'm staring at, holding up a sheer black negligee complete with a barely-there thong.
"Quince, I want to make him suffer, not give him a heart attack." I smile as I imagine the look on Eric's face if he saw me in that. It's almost worth buying it. "That's why we're here instead of Frederick's."
Shrugging her shoulders, my best friend looks perplexed as she continues to hold up the pitiful scrap of material. "Sheesh. I'm just trying to figure out what guys like about this stuff." She rotates it on the hanger. "I mean, why pay so much when they'll just rip it off anyway?"
I almost swallow my tongue as I start coughing. "Rip it off? What kind of movies have you been watching, Quince?"
When her face grows red and she looks anywhere but me, my amusement turns to shock. She tries to hide behind the rack, but I'm not having it. "Oh, hell no, girlfriend." I have to know what she's talking about. Right now.
She ignores me, turning to another rack. "Let's see what they have over he-" She begins looking through the bras, sliding hangers back and forth.
I race to catch up to her as she walks away. "Quincy Priest, don't you dare! You can't drop a bomb like that and walk away." She's a tiny little thing at 5'3", and if I don't stay with her, I'll lose sight of her between the racks. "Who's been ripping clothes off?"
Shrugging, she finally faces me. "Well... um... I don't know. I just thought it was something guys do." Holy shit!
"And I'm assuming that by 'guys' you mean Brody?" I don't say it, but I know Declan's not ripping her clothes off. He seems a bit too refined for that. But Brody? I can totally see it.
"Jenna..." She pauses to look at the lotion counter. "I think Brody likes the vanilla lotion. I may need to pick up some more." She's doing her best to ignore me, but her face gives her away. It's her 'tell'. Rosy cheeks and furrowed brows. She gnaws on her bottom lip as she sniffs the samples.
"Does he like it enough to rip off your clothes?" I'm nothing if not tenacious. She smiles, and I know I've got her. "Tell."
"All I'm going to say is that I've lost a couple pairs of panties." I gasp. This is my sweet and innocent friend we're talking about after all. Shit like this just doesn't happen every day, not to her.
"That is so freakin' hot!" I almost squeal in delight. All of this time, I've been worried about getting Eric in bed, and Quincy was getting prime action I didn't even know about. This is epic.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Her cheeks flame, but she smiles conspiratorially. "He gets kind of wild, and it's like he doesn't have time just to pull them off of me."
"Oh my gawd! I knew that boy
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