“What are you doing?”
Jake flicked his eyes at me and shrugged.
“Did she do something to piss you off last night?”
“No. She didn’t do anything.”
“When was the last time you felt something with a girl?”
“Just drop it, K.”
“No. I saw the way you looked at her last night. I just don’t get why you’re doing this. She likes you, and clearly you like her. So what’s the hold up?”
“What do you mean? From what I saw last night, Casey seems worth the effort.”
Jake sighed. “I said drop it, and I meant it.”
I balked at his indifference. Shaking his head, Jake walked away from me.
Oddly enough, at some point during the evening, he had an abrupt change of heart. One minute Jake was sitting stone-faced and miserable at the dinner table, and the next, his hands were halfway up Casey’s dress. What the hell? I really didn’t know why his flip-flopping behavior surprised me. I’d stopped trying to figure him out long ago. Whatever his hang up had been, it obviously couldn’t withstand the onslaught of Casey’s undeniable charms.
As the evening wound down, I wandered back over to our table and joined Emma and Quinn, who were laughing at something on his phone.
“What are you watching?”
“Quinn filmed Dad dabbing.”
“No way. Let me see.”
No man his age should be caught dead, or at least on camera, doing the dabbing dance move. It’s just embarrassing for all those involved. But I understood my dad couldn’t help being a dork; and really, I never tired of watching him make a fool of himself, so expectantly, I pulled up a chair next to my siblings.
Mesmerized by Quinn’s video, I didn’t notice Sarah until Emma motioned to my left. I turned to find her standing next to me.
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” she asked.
“I’m kind of busy,” I replied coolly. She wasn’t fooling me. The only reason she was standing here now was because Jake was off to nail another.
“It’ll just take a second. Please,” Sarah cooed, running her hand seductively up my arm and across my shoulder.
I opened my mouth to tell her to go to hell, but an instant hard-on gave me away. In a feeble attempt to shield my growing package, my awkward fumbling did nothing but draw more attention to it.
Sarah flicked her eyes downward and her lips tilted into a sly little smile. Damn my traitor dick!
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I can take care of that if you want.”
I jerked my head up in surprise. Sarah grinned. I knew damn well she wasn’t interested in me – I wasn’t dumb – but she was back anyway, because, presumably, I was the last available male option with the last name McKallister, if you didn’t count the underage dweeb sitting beside me. God, how I wanted to put her in her place, punish her for her earlier betrayal; but I was a member of the weaker sex, and as such, was a slave to my nether regions.
Without a word to my siblings, I stood up and left with Sarah. From the corner of my eye I could see Emma shaking her head. Yeah, yeah. I have no self-respect. Shoot me!
Away from my family, Sarah sidled up next to me. “How come you didn’t come find me tonight?” she whispered seductively in my ear, as her hand brushed past my dick. It jolted to attention.
I knew myself well enough to know I would have no will power against the likes of Sarah. At the same time, I refused to make it too easy on her.
“So how did it go with Jake?” I asked in a friendly, conversational tone.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I think you know.”
“You think it’s funny?”
“Sort of, yeah. I did warn you.”
“Warn me about what? Jake hasn’t had a spare moment to talk to me, so we’ll never know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I told you he wouldn’t be interested. You’re not his type.”
“Oh, and the skank is?” Sarah asked in a raised voice.
“Casey?” I questioned in surprise.
“How do you know her name?”
“I met her last night. We hung out. She’s a cool girl.”
“Jake hung out with her last night?” Sarah’s voice was high-pitched and pissed.
“Yeah. We all did.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “That little…” She caught herself then added, “Well, you don’t know her like I do. She’s putting on a show for Jake.”
With an exaggerated groan, I asked, “Did you invite me over here to talk about Jake again, or are we gonna get it on? Because honestly, Sarah, that’s the only reason I am still talking to you.”
I took a step back, expecting to get slapped in the face, but instead I was treated to a megawatt smile. Sarah really was so damn beautiful. It made me wonder why she didn’t grace the world with that carefree look more often.
“We’re gonna get it on,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“Yay me!” I raised my arms in victory.
After saying my goodbyes, Sarah and I made our way to her room. Originally she’d wanted to go back to my place, but I had visions of her rummaging through Jake’s bag and sniffing his underwear while I used the bathroom, so I vetoed her request. Reluctantly she agreed to a romp in her room.
“So what’s your job, really?”
“I’m a bodyguard.”
“You’re a bodyguard?” she scoffed.
“What? You don’t think I can guard bodies?”
“Well, you aren’t exactly the threatening type.”
“Oh, and what type am I?”
“The stoner type,” she laughed.
“Hey!” I exclaimed and nudged her. “What’s your job?”
“I’m a model.”
Of course. “Are you a working model?”
Sarah gaped at me like I’d asked a ridiculous question. “What do you think?”
“I’m thinking you probably make a very good living.”
“And you would be right.”
We stopped at her door. As she fumbled with the key card, she asked. “So whose body do you guard?”