Rhett (Rhett #1)(3)
Author: J.S. Cooper

"Been there, done that, wasn’t all that. The space is too tight."

"TMI," she groaned.

"I’m telling you, it sounds hotter than it is. Shit, the girl can barely move and it gets so cramped. And I can’t even adjust and…"

"Rhett." She gave me a look. "I do not want to know about your sex life."

"I was just saying." I grinned. "You don’t want to be with a guy from the truck club."

"What about the country club?" She smiled. "Chad is pretty hot."

"Chad?" I made a face. "He’s a douche."

"He’s hot."

"You think he’s hot?" I made a face at her and thought about Chad. He was tall, blond, with blue eyes, richer than everyone but my family. But he was totally a dickhead. He’d f**ked half the girls at the club and didn’t keep it to himself.

"He’s totally hot." She collapsed on her bed and smiled. "I’d totally make out with him."

"Clemmie." I groaned and stared at her on the bed. "You’d catch something if you made out with him."

"Whatever." She smiled and rolled around on the bed.

"Clemmie, stop that." I muttered as I watched her, images of her doing naughty things suddenly entering my mind.

"Stop what?" She sat up and brushed her hair over her shoulder.

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I gotta go."

"Okay." She nodded and stood up. "I should get back to my homework."

"You sure you don’t want to come tonight?" I asked hopefully.

"I’m sure," she nodded. "Very, very sure."

"Fine." I walked towards the door and looked back at her. "Thanks for nothing."

"You’re welcome." She beamed and walked over to me, giving me a small kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. "Have fun tonight and good luck."

"Bye, trouble," I rubbed her hair and walked out of the apartment. It had freaked me out when Clementine had hugged and kissed me every time she saw me or departed from me. I wasn’t used to a family that was so loving and tactile, but she blamed it on her Nanna’s Cajun roots. Though her grandma was from the North and I’m not sure where the Cajun roots came from. At first, I’d been uncomfortable getting hugged all the time, however I had grown to appreciate how loving her family was. I truly felt that I was a member of the O’Hara clan.

***

"Yo Tomas, what you doing tonight?" I called to one of my friends from college as I walked into my house.

"Fighting the good fight. What’s good, bro?"

"Wanna go on a double date?"

"Que?"

"Your girl is a hottie. Trust me." I held my breath waiting for his response. Tomas was the only guy I knew that liked the game as much as I did. Plus, he was a man that women loved. I think it was his Latin roots, but Tomas had a suaveness that made me look like a little boy. With his jet-black hair, brown eyes and dark tanned skin, he was the picture of tall, dark and handsome. It didn’t hurt that he had an accent and flung out Spanish poems as if it was his job. I knew if anyone could help me tonight, it would be Tomas.

"You know I find my own chicas, Rhett." He laughed. "Unless there’s a reason you called me?"

I laughed at his question. Tomas really did know the game well.

"Dude, I double booked. I don’t want to cancel on either and was going to play it like I thought they knew it was a double date."

"Risky move."

"Yeah, but once they see you, they’ll be happy."

"You know which one I’m getting?" He paused. “What does she look like?”

“She’s hot. Tall, blonde, big tits.” I paused. “Do I need to go on?”

“Nah.” He laughed. “What time we going out?”

“I told them both I’d meet them at Q bar at 8. That good for you?”

“I’ll be there at 7:45 with flowers.” He laughed.

“You’re going to make them both ditch me.” I laughed as well.

“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

“I taught you the game.”

“You wish.”

“Perhaps.” I grinned into the phone. “So I’ll see you there at 7:45. Just go along with whatever I say, okay?”

“That’s fine. I don’t suppose Clementine will be there, will she?” Tomas continued talking and I could feel the smile leaving my face.

“No, why?”

“Dude, she’s hot. I can’t believe you haven’t smacked that ass.”

“She’s like my sister, dude.”

“The operative word in that sentence is ‘like’, bro. She’s not your sister.”

I rolled my eyes at the phone and waited to calm down before I continued. “Anyway, she’s not coming.”

“She seeing anyone?” He asked, not realizing how pissed I was getting.

“Clementine isn’t dating right now. She’s trying to concentrate on school first.”

“Nerd alert.” He groaned.

“Tomas.” My voice was short.

“No diss, man. Nerds are hot. I’d f**k a nerd. She could mutter the periodic table while I went down on her.”

“Dude, that’s not cool.”

“I’m having a laugh.” Tomas laughed. “Chill.”

“I’m chilled.” My voice was anything but chilled.

“I was just wondering. I know she’s your friend, but I was just curious. She’s cute. I’m sure you’d rather her date me than some schmuck you don’t even know.”

“Hmm.” I didn’t want Tomas to back out of the date, so I ignored his comment.

“You know Brody thinks she’s hot too.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, when we saw her with you at the library, he said something, but you know he won’t do a thing. He’s too much of a pu**y. Though, Clementine might enjoy that.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” My tone was definitely annoyed.

“We should all hang out some time. Invite her to the party I’m holding next week.”

“We’ll see.” I sighed. “Anyway, I gotta go, Tomas. I gotta make reservations. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Okay, see you bro.” Tomas sounded a bit put-off, but I hung up before he could say anything else. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer before walking to my living room and relaxing on the couch. Clementine had helped me pick out the dark brown leather recliner, though it wasn’t really her taste. She’d wanted me to buy a blue and white pinstriped linen couch and I’d vetoed her choice quickly. I’d been deciding between a black, dark brown and red leather couch and I let her choose between the three. I settled into the couch, trying to get comfortable, but I felt uneasy. I wasn’t happy that Tomas had been talking about Clementine. As if she would ever go out with anyone like him. It annoyed me that he was talking about her like that, like she was some sort of object. I shuddered just thinking about them dating. There was no way in hell that I would ever let anything like that happen. Clementine and Tomas would date other my dead body. And I didn’t think Brody was a step up, either. Though, he was nothing like Tomas and I. He seemed like a quiet guy. I didn’t really know him well, but he was in some of Tomas’s classes and hung out with us at the bar a couple of times. He definitely didn’t seem like a player. In fact, I’d never seen him with a girl, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him go out with Clementine. None of those guys was good enough for her. I smiled to myself, as I remembered that I didn’t have to see her dating either of those guys any time soon.