Chapter 41 An Even Trade
Chapter forty-one
An Even Trade
Beau
“Hey, man, thanks for letting me borrow an extra controller,” Jamie says as he stands next to me on the porch.
“No problem.” I’m a little worried that Jo is having another sad day, but I figure I can get Jamie in and out pretty quickly. I’ve been promising to let him borrow this for a few days, but I keep blowing him off. I’m tired of listening to him remind me about it.
I step through the door and stop dead in my tracks. Standing in the entryway is my beautiful, perfect girlfriend with her hands on her hips.
With not a stitch of clothing on.
It takes me a moment to register what’s going on. Unfortunately, Jamie is way ahead of me.
“Oh, my God! Jo has nipple rings!” He cries.
Jo’s eyes go wide, and she quickly turns around. It doesn’t help much, though, because now, he can see her ass.
I flip around and try to shield Jo from his view. He’s doing everything he can to see around me as I push him out the door.
“Look at all those tattoos!” He howls.
“Quit looking at my girl!” I snap.
It isn’t until I have the door shut safely behind me that I can let down my guard a little.
Only a little though.
“Get out,” I tell him.
“What about the controller?” He whines. “I’ll run inside and grab it real quick. Be right back.”
I hold my arm out to stop him. “Nice try. I’ll bring the controller to work tomorrow.”
“That’s okay. I have those images all up here.” He points to his temple.
“Seriously. Get out.”
“Alright, alright. I’m going.” He starts to walk away but turns back around. “Oh, and Beau?”
“What?”
“You’re one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”
“I know.”
Once I make sure he actually gets in his car and leaves, I walk back inside. Yet again, Jo is standing there, stark naked.
“What if Jamie was still with me?” I ask.
“Never would’ve happened.”
“Why’s that?”
“You never would have willingly let him see me naked…twice.”
I smile. “Good point. So, not that I’m complaining, but why are you naked? And what is that God-awful smell?”
She walks closer to me until she can wrap her arms around my neck. “Well, you see, it’s all actually related.”
“Okay?”
“I decided I wanted to make you dinner.”
“Aw, sweetheart, that’s so nice,” I say, silently wondering if that is what the bad smell is.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Okay, what else?” I question.
“I started making you spaghetti and meatballs, and things were going well until…”
“Until what?”
“Until my ADHD kicked in, and I went out to play with Mia, and then, I wanted to see if I could do a cartwheel and a backflip. Naturally, that got me thinking of whether or not I could do the splits.”
“Naturally,” I playfully agree. “Can you?”
“Yes, but in the middle of me figuring out all of this, I completely ruined dinner. I mean, I fucked it up beyond recognition. And I ruined one of your pots. And I got spaghetti sauce everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.”
She’s adorable.
“So, you wreck the kitchen and decide to make it up to me by getting naked?”
“Well, it’s more of what I’m going to do to you while I’m naked.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smile.
“Yeah.” she leans on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.
“Wait, which pot did you ruin?”
“Can we talk about it after I do dirty things to you?”
I laugh. “Of course. But I’m pretty gross. I need to shower.”
“How about I shower with you?”
“God, you really are the perfect woman.”
“Maybe. I mean I can’t cook worth a shit, but I can make you come seven ways from Sunday.”
“I’d say that’s an even trade.”