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took off.
Will do, is all I say before ending the call.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and continue across the gravel lot to the shop. When I step
onto the porch I spot Holly through the window and I smile. The thoughts I ve been having about how
fucking fantastic she would look naked were confirmed this morning when I walked in on her in
nothing but that tight, little birthday suit. I wonder if she s thought about me since the other night in the
bar. I didn t leave anything to the imagination this morning when I gave her the full Trip show in the
bathroom, so I bet she s thinking about me now.
My morning was made when I heard that pretty mouth of hers say cock . I won t lie and say that
wasn t fucking hot because it totally was. I can practically picture her on her knees begging to wrap
her lips around my cock. My pants fit a little snugger as the image becomes clearer.
What the fuck am I doing? Damn it. Think of something else. I start counting off a beat like I do at
our shows and then start humming Ball Busting Bitch as I open the door.
Holly s gaze whips in my direction. I ve heard that song before.
I instantly stop singing and raise an eyebrow. Oh yeah? You like it?
She shakes her head. Not my kind of music. Besides, it got completely played out.
I have to stop myself from busting out in a fit of laughter. If she only knew how sick of that song I
am myself. Playing it nearly every damn day of my life gets a little old.
Finally, I grin at her and wink. I know exactly what you mean.
She quickly looks away and goes back to counting the money for her drawer. Her hair is loose
today, falling over her shoulders in waves and her make-up is a little heavier than yesterday,
reminding me of when I first spotted her in the nightclub. Even with that stupid gray uniform top
which makes her look more like a mechanic than anything else she s hot. There s no fucking denying
it.
She writes down the total when she s done counting and she puts the pen in her mouth,
effectively wrapping her soft lips around it, bringing back the vision of her blowing me. I know the
simple gesture she s doing with the pen isn t sexual in any way, but try telling my fucking dick that.
The motherfucker is twitching in my pants at the very sight of it.
Damn. Down, boy.
Holly glances up and catches me staring at her. What?
I pull her hand with the pen away from her mouth. No distracting the teacher.
Her eyes flit to the pen. I don t get it.
Men get distracted when a woman puts things in her mouth, especially when we imagine it s our
dick you re sucking on, I answer honestly. If I m going teach you how to hook a guy, then you need
to know how we think.
She rolls her eyes. Not all guys are like that.
If it walks with a dick, and thinks with a dick& it s a guy. Trust me on this. I am one, and I
know how we operate. Sex rules us.
Her lips twitch like she s ready to laugh at me. All right fine, oh wise one. Teach me.
I walk around her, enjoying the free roam she is allowing my appraising eyes. This is going to be
fun.
HOLLY
Trip pulls on the tops of my arms from behind me. Put your shoulders back more when you
stand.
This feels awkward.
It probably does, but men notice tits, and you ve got an excellent set. Use them to your
advantage. He walks around assessing me. There s not much we can do with the uniform since Bill
is so stuck on you wearing it, but we can figure out other ways to show off that hot body of yours.
Surely there s more to like about me other than that. Jackson isn t that shallow.
Trip raises his eyebrow. You re talking about the same guy that left you to go after looser
pieces of ass. Trust me, he s a guy we re all shallow. Whatever you guys had before is over. We re
starting from scratch.
I laugh. At least you re honest. It s sort of refreshing.
He shrugs his thick shoulders. There s no other way to be. Now, let s work on flirting.
I grin. Oh, I can flirt, so we can skip that. I ve already got that down.
He fights back a smile. Really?
I throw my hands on my hips. It worked on you at the club didn t it?
He steps in front of me and his eyes zero in on my chest. Both of his hands dart to my top button
on my gray top and he releases it from its hole before moving on to the next one. First of all, I was
attracted to your banging body in that little black dress. It screamed, Fuck me, so that s not flirting
that s attention seeking. Believe me, I wasn t the only one watching you shake your ass. I was just
the only one brave enough to try and get with you even though you were there with another man.
You thought I was there with Max? I ask even though it doesn t surprise me. Max isn t exactly
the stereotypically homosexual male. There s nothing feminine about him. People make the mistake
that we re an item all the time.
Yep.
And you were what, going to steal me away from my date?
Trip shrugs. When I see something I want, I go after it. And that night I wanted you. That is until
you let him drag you away from me. I figured it wasn t worth the scene it would cause to kick his
ass.
I roll my eyes. How do you know you wouldn t have been the one on the receiving end of that
ass-kicking? Max is a pretty strong dude.
He gives me a pointed look. If there s one thing I know besides that I m awesome in bed, is that
I can fight.
I sigh. Okay, so you re a badass I get it. What s the other reason you think I can t flirt?
He smiles. I win the flirting debate because I believe it was me who came on to you first, so
you can t take credit for that.
My brain attempts to wade through the drunken memories of a couple nights ago. You may have
started the dance, but I believe I m the one who turned around to take it to that next level, allowing
you to kiss me. Therefore I finished it. I get total credit for flirting with you first.
He undoes the last button on my shirt. No. Max dragged you away, effectively cutting us both off
for the night. And Thank God for that. He deserves a fucking medal for performing a good deed. Can
you imagine how awkward all this would be if we d had crazy sex that night, only to meet up the very
next day? That would ve been a nightmare.
I flinch. Am I really that horrible that you would ve regretted sleeping with me?
Am I really that big of a bitch that people actually find me repulsive?
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