is closed?
“Well, for instance…” Johnny turns on the shower and peels
off his shirt while I stand there trying desperately not to let my jaw hang
open. “Judging by your reaction right now to me taking off my shirt, and some
interesting glances I caught while tossing you around during our little
training session… and well, how you still have not yelled at me for how we woke
up this morning… I would say that you’re attracted to me.”
Never mind about that closed book thing. Apparently I’m as
easy to see through as a piece of glass. Clean, freshly-Windexedglass, actually.
“But,” he continues, “You keep making it perfectly clear
that you will never sleep with me, so obviously, my radar here is wrong.”
He just stares at me-no smile, no frown-just a blank stare. I
don’t know if he’s serious or if he’s trying to point out that I can’t hide
from him. Either way, I have no idea how to continue. So I awkwardly scratch my
nose.
“Yeah,” I kind of laugh, “I mean, keep dreaming. It’s never
going to happen.”
I am now very aware that I am not believable as a human
being.
“Oh, believe me,” he shakes his head, “You’ve definitely
drilled that in enough. I’m not going to keep dreaming. I actually have a date
tonight.”
“What?” I say a little too quickly.
“See,” he points to me, not able to hide the small smile
gleaming on his face, “right there, I could’ve sworn I just saw jealousy.”
“Nuh-huh!” I sound like a child: a jealous child.
“Hold this for me?” He winks as he hands me his towel and
steps into the shower.
I sit outside the shower, like I always do, trying
frantically not to blush at my jealousy. “So, who… are you going on a date
with?”
“One of the extras. Super hot.” He calls over the sound of
the running water.
“What’s her name?” I try to sound interested and supportive,
but inside, I’m fuming. If she’s super hot, then, well, she’s obviously got one
over on me. I wonder if he’ll fire me and make her his personal assistant. That’s
pretty much how I got the job-because he’s a misogynist pig.
Okay, I digress.
“Her name is Cara… Carly… or maybe it’s Cassie?”
“That could get pretty awkward.” I kind of laugh.
“Neh, I always play it off the same way.”
“Always?” Why am I getting more jealous? He freaking doesn’t
even know her name.
The water turns off and Johnny’s hand shoots out from behind
the curtain. “Towel?”
I swallow the lump that won’t seem to leave my throat and
toss the towel into his open palm. He emerges, still dripping, but his lower
half is wrapped in terrycloth.
“Johnny, you still have soap suds there… and there… and…” I
start to point them out, but stop when I realize he’s still completely covered
in soap. “And you have shampoo in your hair. You failed at that shower.”
“Oh,” he shakes his head, “I’m not finished.”
“Then…” I confusedly furrow my brow. “Why aren’t you still
in the shower?
“You know, I just couldn’t stop thinking how much better
that shower would feel if you were in there with me. So I thought I’d give you
one more chance. Want to help me get this shampoo out of my hair?”
His devilish smile makes my stomach queasy, and I’m going to
be honest, I seriously consider his offer.
He lowers his dark eyes, bites his lip, and holds his hand
out to me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“And her name is Georgia! Not Cara, not Carly, not Cassie…
it’s Georgia.”
I pace Melissa’s living room, instinctually making a funny
face each time I pass Austin in his playpen.
“So you’re upset Johnny’s on a date?” Melissa sits on the
couch with her legs crossed, following my movements with only her eyes.
“No, I’m not upset he’s on a date!” I yell too loudly. “I’m
upset for Georgia who doesn’t know that only three hours before their
“Well, for instance…” Johnny turns on the shower and peels
off his shirt while I stand there trying desperately not to let my jaw hang
open. “Judging by your reaction right now to me taking off my shirt, and some
interesting glances I caught while tossing you around during our little
training session… and well, how you still have not yelled at me for how we woke
up this morning… I would say that you’re attracted to me.”
Never mind about that closed book thing. Apparently I’m as
easy to see through as a piece of glass. Clean, freshly-Windexedglass, actually.
“But,” he continues, “You keep making it perfectly clear
that you will never sleep with me, so obviously, my radar here is wrong.”
He just stares at me-no smile, no frown-just a blank stare. I
don’t know if he’s serious or if he’s trying to point out that I can’t hide
from him. Either way, I have no idea how to continue. So I awkwardly scratch my
nose.
“Yeah,” I kind of laugh, “I mean, keep dreaming. It’s never
going to happen.”
I am now very aware that I am not believable as a human
being.
“Oh, believe me,” he shakes his head, “You’ve definitely
drilled that in enough. I’m not going to keep dreaming. I actually have a date
tonight.”
“What?” I say a little too quickly.
“See,” he points to me, not able to hide the small smile
gleaming on his face, “right there, I could’ve sworn I just saw jealousy.”
“Nuh-huh!” I sound like a child: a jealous child.
“Hold this for me?” He winks as he hands me his towel and
steps into the shower.
I sit outside the shower, like I always do, trying
frantically not to blush at my jealousy. “So, who… are you going on a date
with?”
“One of the extras. Super hot.” He calls over the sound of
the running water.
“What’s her name?” I try to sound interested and supportive,
but inside, I’m fuming. If she’s super hot, then, well, she’s obviously got one
over on me. I wonder if he’ll fire me and make her his personal assistant. That’s
pretty much how I got the job-because he’s a misogynist pig.
Okay, I digress.
“Her name is Cara… Carly… or maybe it’s Cassie?”
“That could get pretty awkward.” I kind of laugh.
“Neh, I always play it off the same way.”
“Always?” Why am I getting more jealous? He freaking doesn’t
even know her name.
The water turns off and Johnny’s hand shoots out from behind
the curtain. “Towel?”
I swallow the lump that won’t seem to leave my throat and
toss the towel into his open palm. He emerges, still dripping, but his lower
half is wrapped in terrycloth.
“Johnny, you still have soap suds there… and there… and…” I
start to point them out, but stop when I realize he’s still completely covered
in soap. “And you have shampoo in your hair. You failed at that shower.”
“Oh,” he shakes his head, “I’m not finished.”
“Then…” I confusedly furrow my brow. “Why aren’t you still
in the shower?
“You know, I just couldn’t stop thinking how much better
that shower would feel if you were in there with me. So I thought I’d give you
one more chance. Want to help me get this shampoo out of my hair?”
His devilish smile makes my stomach queasy, and I’m going to
be honest, I seriously consider his offer.
He lowers his dark eyes, bites his lip, and holds his hand
out to me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“And her name is Georgia! Not Cara, not Carly, not Cassie…
it’s Georgia.”
I pace Melissa’s living room, instinctually making a funny
face each time I pass Austin in his playpen.
“So you’re upset Johnny’s on a date?” Melissa sits on the
couch with her legs crossed, following my movements with only her eyes.
“No, I’m not upset he’s on a date!” I yell too loudly. “I’m
upset for Georgia who doesn’t know that only three hours before their
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