Page 41 of Bazooka
Chapter 6
Roomies
Luz
Pfft. Rules, schmules. Didn’t he know me at all? I was a rule breaker, not a rule follower. Bazooka was going to have to learn that about me the hard way, because I wasn’t giving him a heads-up. And that thing about not hitting on him?Please. It was my reason for living. How else was I supposed to get into his pants, which was my ultimate destination?
What I learned, though, were two things. First, being Bazooka-less was a state impossible to endure. When he went on that gun smuggler chase and I had to spend a day and a night without him, I nearly went crazy. I missed him like hell, and I was worried like hell. I’d already decided that if he wouldn’t let me stay here, I would chain myself to bed and throw away the key.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, being around him was a Spanish boot level of torture. Yesterday, when he gave me that stinky cream treatment, I got a boner. I knew it. He knew it. Neither of us addressed it, but we both knew it was there. So, how the hell was I supposed to live with him without losing my mind? I was already head over heels for him, but to feel his hands on me, to see him smile, to be able to smell him… I was on the road to the blue balls land without a return ticket, which got me thinking. Maybe I should turn this seduction thing up a notch. Test the water. Breathe a little.
Incidentally, Bazooka slept on the sofa last night, and I didn’t like it. Simply put, it seemed like a step in the wrong direction. Not just because I hated being alone lately, but because I wanted him in my bed, even if only platonically. It was the next thingfor me to deal with, and I decided it even before I fully woke up. Then, I did my morning routine in the bathroom, thrilled to realize that my foot didn’t hurt as much as yesterday.
When I came to theroom, which I still didn’t know what to call because of its lack of identity, I stopped in my tracks. Bazooka was there, and not only him. The table was there too, albeit unassembled. And four chairs. He was sitting on one of them and studying the paper in his hand. And he wore eyeglasses, which was another nail in my boner coffin, because he looked delicious.
“Did I wake you up?” he asked me without looking up.
Cops! How did they know what was happening around them without looking? It was pure witchcraft.
“No,” I replied, yawning. “How come you’re still home?”
“I have a day off.”
Oh, goodie! Wonderful news.
I walked up to him and plopped down in his lap. He raised his head and looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. Or caught malaria.
“There are three more chairs here, you know?” he said, cocking his eyebrows.
I grinned. “We need to check how sturdy they are. The glasses suit you, by the way. You look sexy.”
“I use them only for reading,” he said, looking at the paper in his hand. “And I need to read this so I can assemble that table over there.”
He still didn’t make me leave his lap, and I rejoiced in the fact.
“Is it complicated?” I asked him.
“If I don’t lose any screws, it should be fairly simple.”
“Can I help?”
“No, thanks. Just be mindful of your injured foot and rest.” He looked at me, making my heart skip a beat. “You’re still sitting in my lap.”
I lowered my gaze, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay,” I murmured, doing my best to appear humble. “I really appreciate it.”
“It’s okay,” he said solemnly.
“I’ll make it up to you. What can I do? Do you want me to pay rent or something?”
“Can you afford it?”
“I have money. It’s not an issue.”
His eyes narrowed. “How come? You don’t work.”
It was a trick question. Damn it.
