Tease by Missy Johnson Page B

stay out of her way it’s all good.” He shook his head as I laughed. Sam and Jessie had been together for years, and were getting married in less than six months. As much as I loved Jessie, I could only imagine the pain he’d be feeling. She was a stress-head at the best of times, and wedding planning brings out the worst in everyone. That I knew from experience
    “The key is don’t have an opinion. That’s the only way you’ll survive,” I chuckled.
    “Yeah, I’m beginning to realize that.” He raised his eyebrows surreptitiously and took a sip of beer. “How’s work? Did you just come from a meeting?” he asked, winking.
    Sam and Pete were the only two people who knew the truth about me. Why? Because you can’t be a single twenty-six-year-old male who never picks up without arousing suspicion.
    Trust me, I’d tried.
    It took more convincing than I’d thought it would for them to believe me—particularly Pete. He thought he was god’s gift to women, and considering that we’d been in the same business class, he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why she’d chosen me and not him.
    “Work is…work.” I grinned. They always asked and I never gave them details. “And work was actually not the most shocking thing that happened to me this week,” I added, cocking my head to the side.
    They both turned to me, interest piqued.
    “Yeah? Like what?” asked Pete.
    “I ran into the chick who gave me my first ever blow job,” I announced.
    “Your first ever blowy? Wasn’t that just last week?” sniggered Pete.
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yeah. With your sister,” I shot back.
    “What? I was kidding! So sensitive sometimes,” Pete muttered to himself. “So who is this chick, how old were you, and was she any good?”
    “My sister’s childhood friend.” I paused for a minute as the guys looked at each other in disgust. “Okay, it sounds really creepy when I put it like that. She was fourteen and I was fifteen. When you’re fifteen, anything is good,” I added, addressing his last question.
    “So did you fuck her then? Was she a client?” Pete grinned widely as Sam shook his head, his hand resting on his forehead.
    Pete and Sam were so completely different that I had no idea how they were friends. We didn’t catch up often, every month or so, because it seemed a shame to lose a friendship just because life got in the way.
    “No. I ran into her at my sister’s. Well, at the cabin,” I explained, grabbing a handful of nuts from the plate in the center of the table.
    “So you’re not seeing her again?” Pete almost sounded disappointed for me.
    “Well, she is kind of staying at my apartment until she finds a place,” I said, bracing myself.
    Pete howled with laughter. There it was: the reaction I’d been expecting. “A chick staying with you? How will you cope not walking around naked all day?” His eyes gleamed. “Or maybe she likes that, huh?”
    The thought of Mia seeing me naked made my cock twitch, but Pete’s leering eyes snapped me out of it. Pulling out my phone—which had just buzzed—I was surprised to see one message waiting there from Mia. I opened it, and chuckled.
    This might be inappropriate, but I have to ask. Why in the hell do you have a bikini line waxing kit in your bathroom cabinet ?!?
    I snorted, typing back to her as I replied to Pete. “Think for a moment about what I do for a living. I think I can handle a woman living with me. Besides, it’s only till she finds her own place.”
    Pete nodded knowingly. “Uh-huh. Sure,” he grinned.
    I resisted the urge to slap that smile off his face.
    Some things are better left unsaid. This is one of them. What are you doing? I’m out at Adam’s Apple with a couple of friends if you’re up for a drink?
    A reply came back right away.
    Be there in fifteen!

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    “Can we talk about something other than me?” I complained, popping a few more nuts in my mouth and shoving my phone back in my pocket.
    Pete