Yup, just said that out loud.
Conor starts choking; his cheeks turn red as he looks away and nods at the massage bed. “Then you can go first.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, that would be weird, and I’m actually not feeling sore.” It’s a lie. I really want to crawl into an ice bath.
“Get on,” Connor says. “Jack can go next.”
I’m tempted, seriously tempted, but it’s an ex. Is that even normal?
“I’ll be using products that have been put into the baskets in Emory Hotels, so it’s really important, as you know to do proper R&D since, according to my report, you and the rest of the interns were using the products in order to see if they were a good investment.”
Damn it.
“Yes,” I admit. “We used them.”
I think about the kissing. The pheromones.
I smile.
“That good, huh?” he asks.
“It was my job.” I straighten. “You can use the products, I’ll rate them, I’m keeping the briefs on, and no weirdness.”
His smile is crooked. “That’s fair.”
“Good.” I cross my arms.
“Good,” he answers. “I guess I’ll just go into the bathroom while you change?”
I start to sweat as he turns around, clearly knowing his way around the apartments. He goes to the spare and quietly shuts the door while I get on the table face down and try not to hyperventilate. I mean, it’s a winning prize. A stupid massage. So why does it feel weird? Or why does it feel bad?
The door quietly opens. “You ready, Ivy?”
“Yeah,” I choke out. “I think so.” No. This feels wrong.
I start to get up and wrap the sheet around me right when Jack walks out of the master, all sleepy-eyed, and stumbles into the living room. “What the fuck?”
“It’s a prize!” I all but shout. “And I didn’t know it was Connor. You were; first, he works for the company, didn’t know, but I didn’t want to wake you!”
Why am I shouting? Even Connor is wincing.
Jack frowns. “Should I know a Connor?” He’s wearing a pair of low-slung gray Nike sweats that make him look like a god; it’s nearly impossible to look away. “Also, you left bed way too early; gonna spank you later.”
I gape.
Connor gapes.
“What?” Jack shrugs. “This little sex kitten wore me out last night, bro, I’m not even trying to brag, but you’ve never done a sixty-nine until you’ve done one with her.”
I. Want. To. Die.
He knows. How does he know? Did I mention Connor’s name? Did I? Maybe? But even then, there is more than one in this godforsaken world!!!!
“Oh, um…” Connor scratches his head, cheeks red. “G-good for you guys.”
“I mean,” Jack keeps walking toward me, and not gonna lie, you can totally see his dick through his gray sweatpants, and it would put any dick to shame, and now I can’t stop staring, and Connor looks very interested in our curtains. “She’s just… fire. I can’t wait to marry you, baby.”
My mouth drops open.
Jack winks.
I love him.
I truly love him.
I hate him.
But I love him.
“And all those little grandkids we’ll have, you know, after our two point five kids and white picket fence, they’ll know all about how we just hammered our way through our internshipp, each made six figures with a 401k and just lived our lives sending them to private school, vacationing at your favorite places, Turkey, Belize, Hawaii, I can’t wait to go back.”
He’s so laying it on thick.
And while I want to grab his discarded stapler and push it into his head, I also see only him.
Just him.
“We don’t need massages, Bro.” Jack looks over his shoulder. “If anyone gets to massage her, it’s gonna be me. But thanks for coming; I’ll help you get everything put away; I know it’s heavy.”
Oh, damn.
He just insulted Connor’s ability to lift heavy objects.
I could kiss him.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Connor asks Jack, his arms crossed.
“Yup.” Jack makes his way over to me, presses a heated kiss to my mouth then pulls back. “I’m the guy that noticed.”
“Huh?” Connor asks. “What do you mean?”
“The guy that noticed how perfect she was.” Jack’s eyes go to Connor’s left hand. “Glad you noticed one too. Now, let’s get this broken down so I can show my girl how much I notice, yeah?”
Connor actually laughs, then nods his head. “Did not expect this at eight this morning, yet here I am.” He walks toward Jack and holds out his hand to shake. “Treat her the way she deserves. Be better than her last ex.” He peers around Jack. “He was such a dick.”
“A total dick.” Jack laughs.
“God, this was such a setup, wasn’t it?” Connor asks. “Was this Max again? Why is he so fucking bored?”
“RIGHT?” Jack yells. “I mean torture other people!”
“One day,” Connor sounds haunted. “Actually, no, you don’t deserve that trauma. I hope you guys are happy. And dude…” He looks down at Jack’s dick and shakes his head. “Didn’t know it was possible.”