Page 7 of Role Play

Chapter Six

Aidan

“Hey, boss, the last truck just left the dock," Heath called as he walked back into the warehouse.

Chase's brother, Heath, had been hired in shipping. He had been laid off from his previous job and desperately needed the work. Heath had a lot of experience, and I had needed a supervisor on the floor of the warehouse.

Growing up, Heath had been the one England brother, aside from Chase, who I didn't mind hanging out with. Like all his siblings, Heath had been a heart throb in high school. Although he was a little rougher around the edges than Chase.

Heath reached my office as I was shutting down my computer for the night. He picked up my stapler and clicked it a few times for no reason except to litter my desk with used staples. "Chase and I were going to go have a few beers. You interested?" The heavy metal door to the shipping area opened and shut. Heath leaned his head out of the office to see who had entered the warehouse.

"Speak of the devil, here he is now. Hey, little brother, you're looking kind of like a dumpling. Macy needs to stop giving you all those bakery leftovers."

Chase walked into the office patting his perfectly flat stomach. "Yeah, I know. In fact, that's why I'm here. I'm heading to the gym instead of out for beers. I need to start working out again."

I laughed. "You start and stop workout routines as often as I change my socks."

"Just because you're such a fucking giant that you burn calories just by breathing doesn't mean we normal sized humans can do the same." Chase headed right over to the dish of mini chocolate bars my assistant had put on the side desk and grabbed a handful.

It took him a second to notice that Heath and I were watching him with amused grins.

"What? In case I get low blood sugar at the gym." He dropped the candy back into the dish. "That sounded stupid even to my own ears."

"Come on, bro," Heath said. "I was counting on splitting a pitcher of beer with you."

"You mean you were counting on me to pay for the beer."

"That too."

Chase lifted his chin at me. "Are you going?"

"Nah. I'm going to head home."

Chase leaned his hip up on my desk. "Haven't seen you much lately. What's new? Did anything ever happen with the hot new neighbor?"

"Yeah, something happened all right. I scared her off for good."

Heath and Chase both had the same laugh. "What the hell did you do, Cyclops? Scare her off with that super human sized dick of yours?" Heath asked and then sealed his mouth shut, suddenly remembering that I wasn't just a kid in the neighborhood anymore but the man with control over his job. "Sorry, boss. It's going to take me some time to get used to you not being Aidan, the annoying brat who used to jump his bike off the back steps."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Those steps were perfect for jumping."

Chase was like his brother in so many annoying ways. He picked up the stapler and clicked it a few times. "It was only fun as long as you didn't get caught riding your BMX bike through the kitchen to get a good running start. Dad saw tire tracks once and I had to lie and tell him the black marks were from the treads on my shoes, which was a joke since I was wearing hand me downs that had no tread left. So what happened? How'd you scare off the neighbor?"

I thought about that night and the look on Jane's face when she saw all the sex paraphernalia on my table. "Let's just say I'm a big slob, and I should clean my apartment up before inviting people over."

"Shit, what happened?" Heath asked. "Dirty underwear on the kitchen table?"

"Yuck, no, not that. What kind of a pig do you think I am? I was trying to figure out the packing order for the Yes, Yes box, and I'd forgotten the stuff was out when I invited my neighbor in to eat dinner."

Chase laughed. "Classic. So she saw a table full of dildos and clit vibrators and ran for the door."

"Something like that." I shoved my paperwork into a semi pile and got up. "Well, I guess I could drink a few beers before I head home. Maybe if I'm drunk enough I won't hear the guy next door start his fart concert."

Heath blew out a sad whistle. "Damn, Swift, your life sucks right now."

"My life?" I asked. "Who's the one who has to hang out with his little brother just to get free beer?"

"Good point."

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