Dakota
“When did we cut those back on?” I slurred.
Jesus, Dak, you sound like you’re talkin’ in fuckin’ cursive.
“I had to make a post on Facebook for the company!”
Why?
“The bank will still be open on Monday, Loo. Cassie didn’t fuck around on my dad.”
She shook her head, her face crinkled with irritation.
“The fuckin’ candle page, Dak. Why the fuck would I make a post for the bank?”
Why would you do it for your candle company?
“Why do it for the candle page? What did you even say?” I snatched her phone out of her hand.
No taking orders for now. Finance fgucked bestie. Love yall
Oh my god, how the fuck do I delete that?
“Lena, you can’t post that,” I lectured as I pressed delete. “Everyone will know anyways, and no one will be expecting you to take orders right now.”
She stomped over to the back door and slid it open. The blast of cold air hit me like a knife. She shivered as she stood in the doorway, staring out into the dark mountains. Spying the tuxedo jacket I had long abandoned over the back of the couch, I grabbed it and stumbled across the room to drape it across her shoulders.
You’d be warmer if you’d take off this goddamn dress, Lena Loo.
I stood behind her to make sure she didn’t fall. I was definitely feeling the side effects of all the whiskey we had wiped away and I have about a hundred pounds and six inches on her so there’s no way she wasn’t feeling it, too.
From the couch, her phone wailed, the sound too aggressive to be a text. Remembering that it had made the same sound a few minutes ago, I decided to check it out.
NWS Columbia has issued a Winter Storm Warning for your area. Heavy snow accumulation expected. 6-8 inches. Threats include black ice, dangerous travel, and power outages.
“Well, that’s fuckin’ terrific,” I muttered.
Lena spun around. “What?”
I held out her phone as if she could read the small print from three feet away.
“I didn’t bring my binoculars, Dak. Just fuckin’ read it,” she commanded, her southern accent even thicker from exasperation.
“Basically, we are likely gonna be stuck here.”
She didn’t bat an eye.
“We are under a winter storm warning and they’re saying there will be black ice and up to eight inches of snow,” I continued.
Still no reaction.
“Lena? Snow. Ice. Eight inches.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving anyways,” she pointed out.
Fair point.
“That’s true.” I tossed her phone back on the sofa.
“Besides, way less than eight inches fucked my world up today so I wouldn’t mind seeing what a few more inches can do.”
It may have been her accent, it may have been the booze, but whatever it was made my cock stir beneath my tuxedo pants.
Jolene
I realized what I’d said after I’d already said it. Honestly, this is far too common with me. I don’t think before I speak and then I’m as shocked as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth.
“What I mean is –”
He laughed. “You’re fine, Lena.”
Are you laughing at me?
“Don’t laugh at me.”
Pressing his lips together, he did his best to hold back.
He stood and walked towards me, revealing more of himself that was refusing to be held back.
Oh my God.
“Close the door, Lena. It’s fuckin’ freezing.” Grabbing my arm, he pulled me from the doorway and slid the door closed. “Why don’t we get you out of that wedding dress?”
I eyed him curiously.
Excuse me, Lt.?
Exasperated, he shook his head. “Not like that! You’re freezing, the damn train of that thing keeps getting’ caught on everything, it’s about to fuckin’ snow and you need more clothes on than that!” He ran his fingers through his short hair.
He’s so funny when he’s flustered.
“My clothes are in my car,” I admitted.
“And your car is in bum fuck Egypt because someone thought she could hide her car at a location that she was already supposed to be at today and even if she hadn’t been supposed to be here, this is still the number one place anyone would look!”
“You didn’t see my car or know I was here until you were inside,” I pointed out.
“Fair point, but it’s cold as fuck and because I’m a gentleman, I’m about to walk two hundred yards in temperatures that are negative fuck you because you can’t wear that all night.”
I shook my head. “I can go get it. I’m not helpless.” I started walking towards the front door.
Within seconds, he was on my arm, pulling me backwards. “In that dress? With this wind? You’ll get your ass blown down the mountain. I’ll go.”
“The wind isn’t even that bad yet!” I hollered, irritated.
“Ok, I was being nice. What I should have said was ‘In that dress, with this wind, and your clumsiness, and Jack Daniels?”
Picking up a throw pillow from the couch, I threw it at him. He caught it with ease, smiling from ear to ear as he propped it back where it belonged.
“I’ll go, Lena. Seriously, it’s cold.”
Nodding, I conceded.
I didn’t want to walk out there in the dark anyways.
He opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. Before the door could even close behind him, he was walking back in the living room.
“Yeah, fuck that, you can wear something of mine. That wind is a bitch and a half.” He shivered as he spoke. He unzipped his bag, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and tossed them to me.
Without thinking, I lifted the clothes and inhaled. They smelled of Dak and expensive body wash.
“Are you sniffing my clothes? They’re clean. I keep an extra bag in the truck in case I need a change of clothes while I’m at the station,” he explained.
I blushed, embarrassed. “They smell good. I was trying to figure out if I could tell what laundry detergent you use,” I lied.
“Tide. Now, go change.”
Ummm…
“I can’t.”
“Why?” He looked confused.
I spun around. “There’s about a billion fuckin’ buttons and I can’t undo them by myself.”
His eyes widened a fraction, and he reached for his bottle of Jack. He tossed a few gulps back before nodding at me.
“Ok, let’s see if I can get you out of the dress.”