Page 39 of See Me

Tomi points toward me. “Her.”

Luca crosses his arm over his chest. “You brought me in here to smell her?”

Tomi withers as she starts to lose her confidence. “This whole place smells like her.”

I quirk an eyebrow and Luca leans back on the wall as we both look at her. I know what she's trying to say, but her frustration has her so worked up she can’t spit it out logically, resulting in her looking like a blubbering idiot. I guess that bleach she uses on her head fried the brain cells responsible for collecting and presenting convincing evidence. Poor idiot has a case and can’t form a coherent sentence.

I reach into my locker and pull out the bottle. “Oh, did you want to try some? It’s very light and airy.” I squirt a little in the air and sniff it. “Ahh, so refreshing.” I tilt the bottle toward her in offering.

She lets out an exasperated screech and storms out.

I set the bottle back in my locker, grab my heels and close and lock it. “That’s an interesting start to the morning, huh?” I turn to find Luca still leaning against the wall, running his index finger along his lower lip. I balance on one leg and slide one foot into my shoe, then the other. I never imagined that as a provocative move but the way Luca’s looking at me when I stand back up says otherwise. His eyes have darkened and he’s breathing a tad bit faster.

Keeping up mycool as a cucumberact, I walk straight toward him and the door. “Well, I better get out there.”

He reaches out and snags my wrist before I push the door open. “Wait.”

I look down where his warm hand circles my wrist and fight the urge to shiver off the goosebumps that pebble my skin. He pulls his hand back and rubs his palm on his hip and slides it in his pocket. I look up and meet his eyes, waiting for him to say whatever it is that made him stop me.

I can’t stop thinking about last night.

Wanna go for another ride?

I want you to grind yourself on my cock like you did on my bike.

Any of these are acceptable.

“Your, uh, food is in the walk-in.”

I smile. “Great. Thanks.” I push the door open and roll my eyes as I leave him in my wake. A wake consisting of way too many pumps of citrus blast body spray.

THIRTEEN

NEW SOAP WHO DIS?

I watchElla’s ass sway all the way to the bar as I walk back to my office trying to slow my heart beating like a beast in my chest. When Tomi said she could smell Ella all over the place, my balls leapt to my throat when I thought she could smell it on me. Thinking maybe I had remnants of her body wash I used to stroke myself to near unconsciousness last night to thoughts of her grinding on my face like she did my bike.

Get your shit together and use manly soap you pathetic fucking psycho.

I sit down behind my desk and my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s the group chat between me, Enzo, and our cousin Evie that lives in Oregon.

Evie:

Who wants to spend New Year’s in Vegas with me?

Me:

Wish I could Brat. Duty calls.

Evie:

Always so serious. You need to have some fun.

Me:

I have fun.

Enzo:

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