Page 40 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Oh!”
They jumped at the sound of Amanda’s voice. Sophie’s cheeks turned bright red, and she fidgeted nervously with her blouse, but there was no hiding her arousal—or his. Brett turned away to adjust himself.
“I um…What was…?” Amanda started to turn away, then spun back around, her finger moving between the two of them, her face as red as Sophie’s. “What did I just…? Did I see you two…?”
Brett cleared his throat and grabbed his water bottle. “I’m tryin’ and Sophie’s denyin’. Same song, different day.” He winked at Sophie, hoping it came across as the overzealous flirtation Amanda was used to seeing. “Maybe next time you’ll kiss me back.”
Sophie scoffed, gratitude rising in her eyes. “In your dreams.”
“I’ve told you before, I call them fantasies. And you star in every last one of them.” He walked past Amanda and said, “One of these days she’s going to be mine. You just wait and see.”
Chapter Eight
“COME ON, BABY, you’ve got this,” Grace urged. She stood at the head of the bench press, spotting Sophie as she struggled through her last set Wednesday morning. Grace helped guide the bar onto the rack and smiled down at Sophie. “Way to go. Maybe next time you can do it like you mean it.”
Sophie rolled her eyes as she sat up and caught the towel Grace tossed to her. She wiped the sweat from her face. “Your turn, Cruella.”
“I welcome your torture,” Grace said as they switched places, and she lay on the bench. “Speaking of torture, what’s going on with your midnight leaver?”
“He’s amazing. Every. Single. Night. I swear, I feel like our friendship and all the propositions, the jokes, every conversation, were leading up to what we both secretly hoped for. I just wish he’d stay overnight.”
“So, in addition to giving you multiple orgasms and kissing you until you can’t see straight,” Grace said as she pushed the bar up, “you want him to be a mind reader?”
“No. Yes. Kind of. I mean, at what point does a guy start staying over?”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” Grace said through gritted teeth as she pushed through the last of her set.
Sophie grinned down at her, blocking the bar from the rack. “Two more for giving me crap about working out harder.”
“Whatever! I’ll do five if you’ll tell Bad boy you want him to stay overnight.”
Sophie wrestled with her emotions. “I want to ask him, but he’s got this weird thing about feeling boxed in.”
“Don’t we all?”
“I don’t. Good job. That’s three. You can stop.”
“You haven’t said you’ll tell him how you feel. I’m going to torture myself until you agree to stop torturing yourself.” She pushed the bar up again with shaky arms.
“God, you’re a pain, but thank you. I think I need you in my life.”
Grace flashed a deadpan expression. “You think?”
Sophie laughed. “He told me if he feels confined he does whatever he can to break free and things will go bad. Things are so good right now, Gracie. I don’t want to mess that up.”
“So, he’s calling before he comes over? Asking you out on dates?”
“He’s not a call-and-make-a-date kind of guy. He’s more of text-at-the-last-minute-and-show-up kind of guy.”
“And you don’t see that as a red flag?” Grace racked the bar. She sat up, and Sophie sat beside her on the bench. “Sophie, talk to me, because it’s not like you to overlook things like this.”
“Fine, but don’t judge me.”
“Do I ever?”
“No,” she admitted. Sophie looked around the gym. “You know how we have a schedule that we try to maintain, working out, going to the office, picking up groceries?”
“Yes, I call that life.”
“Right, for most of us. But look at Lindsay. She could never go into an office every day knowing she had to handle the same tasks over and over.” Her sister was an event planner and photographer, and what she loved most about her business was that every day was different. There were different people to photograph, different themes, locations. Even though her specialty was weddings and families, each job was unique.
