Chapter 10
TEN
JANE
“I can’t believe you’re withholding information out of spite,” Addison pouts. “You should be thanking me for sending you a Thor look-alike sex god, not punishing me.”
“Careful, Addie. You’ll get frown wrinkles.
” I glance over at where she’s running on the treadmill next to me and chuckle as her scowl deepens at the thought.
It’s not like a few wrinkles would mar her natural good looks.
Even dotted with sweat, blond hair in a ponytail, and no makeup, my best friend is gorgeous.
In her powder-blue sports bra and black spandex capris, she looks like she’s in a commercial for NordicTrack.
However, the reflection staring back at me in the wall of windows is a bit more of a hot mess.
Damp sections of my hair have escaped my elastic and are now plastered to the sides of my face and neck.
I’m wearing identical pants in a heather gray, but I prefer to wear loose, non-tummy baring tank tops and mine is already soaked through after only ten minutes of jogging.
I won’t be getting asked to sell gym equipment anytime soon.
“Come on, Janey, you can’t tell me he basically staked out your IHOP until you showed up for work and then leave it at that.”
I still couldn’t believe Chance had shown up to the restaurant several times just to see me, but Sally doesn’t make a habit of lying. I try to hide my smile by wiping my face with the small towel and say, “Sure I can.”
“Fine. Then maybe I’ll order up a Handyman Special of my own and ask him to tell me what’s going on.”
A flash of jealousy surges to the front of my brain, taking me by surprise before I can shut it down.
Whoa. Apparently I get a little territorial at the thought of other women sticking their hands in my cookie jar.
Or on my man candy. Good thing this is only a temporary and casual arrangement.
Hear that, Brain? Temporary and casual! Still, that doesn’t mean I want to share him with Addison.
I turn my head to see a smarmy grin on her face.
She’s just crazy enough to do it, so I give in.
Besides, it’s not like I actually planned to keep anything from her.
She might be obnoxious at times, but she’s still my best friend, and porn addiction aside, we don’t keep secrets from each other.
However, that doesn’t mean she needs to know every dirty little detail, either.
After making sure that no one is within earshot—we’re the only two killing ourselves with cardio on our lunch hour, and the gym rats are all weightlifting on the other side of the room behind us—I discreetly tell her the story of how Chance followed me into the restroom, along with a few highpoints.
“Oh my God,” she practically shouts. “He gave you an orgasm in a public bathroom?”
I whip my head around to shush her, so fast that I lose my footing. A strangled scream escapes me as I go down, the belt shooting me off the back of the treadmill like a human torpedo to land in a heap at the feet of Kyle, the gym’s biggest bodybuilder and token male chauvinist.
“Whoa, are you okay? Here, let me help you up,” he says, sounding surprisingly sincere. “You know, babe, there are less painful ways to throw yourself at me.”
And he’s back, ladies and gentlemen. Utter humiliation prevents me from responding—or maybe my brain is scrambled from going Mach 10; I’m not entirely sure—but I let Kyle help me up as Addie rushes over. “Holy shit, Janey, what are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?”
“Yeah, that was my goal,” I answer wryly as I finally get on my feet. “I noticed your heart rate wasn’t high enough so I thought I’d give you a little extra jolt. You’re welcome.”
Kyle, apparently satisfied that I’m going to live, looks between Addie and me with a creeper grin, if I’ve ever seen one. “What’s this I hear about orgasms in bathrooms?”
I throw my hands up in the air, but Addison is quick to reply.
“Oh, that? We were just listing all the things you’ll never have, like normal-sized testicles and the ability to put your arms down at your sides.
But you keep juicin’, big guy. I’m sure someday you’ll find a girl with a thing for guys with huge boobs and unusually small balls. Come on, Janey, let’s go.”
Gathering me into her side, she leads me away from Kyle, and I can’t help but giggle at his confused expression, like he’s not quite sure if he’s been insulted.
I might feel bad for him if he didn’t leer at every girl in the gym and spout off sexist remarks between reps and taking selfies of himself flexing in the mirror.
Once in the locker room, Addie and I grab our toiletry bags and head for the showers.
Since she hasn’t said anything since my Treadmill Torpedo stunt, I’m thinking I might get away without an inquisition, but I should have known better.
This is Addison Paige we’re talking about, the human bloodhound who sniffs out secrets for business and pleasure.
“So are you going to see him again?” she calls to me as she lathers up her hair. “Please, God, tell me you’re going to see him again, Janey.”
I bite my lip as images from last night flood my memory.
After our little tryst in the bathroom on Monday morning, I jumped every time my phone dinged, but I didn’t hear from him until late that night when he texted to let me know that he had planned on coming over but something had changed on him last minute.
I told him it was fine and left it at that.
It’s not like we’d made plans or anything.
But then my phone rang, and when I answered it, his gruff command had me wet in seconds.
“Lay down and put the phone on speaker. I want one hand pinching your nipples and the other fucking your hot cunt.”
I’ve never had phone sex before. A previous boyfriend had talked about doing it, but the way he described it made it sound like I’d be playing the role of a phone sex operator to get him off, which held all the appeal of a root canal.
I told him I was too shy for that kind of thing, and that was the last we discussed it.
That’s not at all what phone sex with Chance had been like.
I don’t even think he was doing anything on his end of the line—if he was, he kept it to himself.
The entire conversation couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes.
There was no flirting, no slow seduction.
Just husky instructions on the lascivious things he wanted me to do, and explicit descriptions of what he’d be doing if he were there with me.
He talked me through fucking myself to a stratospheric climax that was ten times better than any masturbation session with a Magic Wand had given me.
After I came back to myself, and my breaths evened out, he said, “Sleep well, Jane,” and hung up.
But as good as that was, it wasn’t as hot as what he did the following night. Or rather, this morning, if we’re being technical.
“Well?” Addison prods.
“We kind of struck an agreement.”
You would have thought she was a dog and I’d just waved a tennis ball in front of her face. “What kind of agreement?”
Pouring strawberry-scented conditioner into my palm, I feel an impish grin curl the corners of my mouth. “The sex-with-no-strings kind.”
“Shut. Up! I’m torn between being so happy for you that I’d risk serious injury doing a happy dance in these slick conditions, and wishing I’d called him for myself.”
I laugh as I tilt my head back to rinse my hair.
“Have you seen him since the restaurant? Wait, don’t tell me, I’m getting super jealous. I don’t need to know. Okay, I lied. I totally need to know. Tell me.”
Oh, I saw him all right. I didn’t think I was going to, since he told me he had a meeting with the P4H guys, but I’d held out hope for a repeat of Monday night’s phone call.
I finally forced myself to go to bed at ten p.m. because I had to work the early shift at the restaurant this morning and needed to get at least a few hours of sleep.
Though I knew it was ridiculous, I was disappointed I hadn’t heard from him.
But it’s not like we’re dating, for fuck’s sake, so he doesn’t have to contact me for any reason, nor should I expect him to.
That’s why I was surprised as hell when my phone rang at two a.m., fifteen minutes before my alarm was due to go off.
“Chance?” I’d said, my voice raspy with sleep and concern as I sat halfway up in bed.
“Open your door, Jane.”
I’d squinted in the dark at my bedroom door, confused, my brain struggling to wake up and make sense of anything. “It is open.”
I hadn’t been sure, but it sounded like he might be trying to hide a smile when he spoke next. “Not your bedroom door. Your apartment door.”
“Apartment door?”
“Now, Jane.”
When I at last opened the door, I found Chance standing on my threshold. He pocketed his phone, stepped inside, and kicked the door shut before pinning me facing the wall. “You should sleep naked from now on. It’ll make things easier.”
Feeling his hard body pressed against me, and his warm breath fanning over my neck, took me from sleepy to soaked in two-point-six seconds.
Much like the phone sex, he didn’t waste any time.
He shoved our clothes out of the way, buried his cock balls-deep, then started fucking me like a man possessed.
It was savage and hurried, with grunts and moans as we chased our releases all the way to the finish line.
We both had our foreheads on the wall, panting like animals, as we tried to find the motivation to move.
Moments later, my alarm went off in my bedroom.
That did the trick. He put himself back together and said, “Better get in the shower or you’ll be late for work.
” Then he gave me a playful smack on my ass on his way out the door.
It’d been one hell of an awesome start to my day, and I’ve been smiling almost non-stop ever since.
I turn off the shower and give Addison an evil little smirk as I wring the excess water from my hair.
“Since the restaurant, I’ve enjoyed plenty with him,” I say.
When she gives me a death stare, I laugh and relent.
Sort of. “They rhyme with ‘cone hex’ and ‘sidnight wicky’ and if you can’t figure them out from that, then tough titty.
Serves you right for sending that guy over to my apartment. ”
“How can you still pretend to be mad about that? I think we’ve established this is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I mean, you. But, you know, me, indirectly.”
“Not Chance,” I say, picking up my bag of shower supplies.
“The real handyman—the one that looked like a walrus—who you sent over Saturday morning. He convinced me to let him check over what Chance did to my sink, and after that he tried sticking around to chat me up. Not cool. For that, you shall be punished.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair. How was I supposed to know the stripper would fix your shit? Janeyyyyyy.”
She whines my name as I wrap a towel around myself and stride out of the shower area, leaving her to scramble to turn off the water and get her things together.
I do my best to keep my laughter on the inside, but it’s not easy because for once I have the upper hand in our friendship.
And I’m enjoying the hell out of it. I won’t make her suffer for long. Maybe.
When I get to the locker, I check my phone and see a text from Chance. My stomach does a few crazy flips before I can tell it to pipe down.
Chance: When do u get home from ur day job?
Me: 6. But I won’t be home long. I’m covering the end of someone else’s shift tonight at 7.
Chance: I’ll b there @ 6:15. Be naked.
“Why are you grinning at your phone like an idiot?” Addie asks as she reaches me. “Oh damn, it’s him, isn’t it? What’d he say?”
“Nothing too exciting,” I quip as I start to dress. “But if I had to guess, I think I’m in for another ‘wicky’ tonight.”