Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned #3)(22)
Author: Belle Aurora

She chuckles. “You’re fucked. You got a crush on your boss. And the way he was looking at you all night…” She fans herself. “Holy shit. This is not going to end well. I can see it already.”

I bunch my nose. “Looking at me like what? He was uber-friendly.”

Ash chokes on a laugh. “Uh, no. No. That wasn’t friendly.” He wraps an arm around Nat. “That’s how I look at your sister. And trust me,” his brow tilts upward, “I don’t want to be her friend.”

This can’t be. I have a great read on people. How could I have missed this? I only picked up friendship vibes. There were definitely no wanna-play-hide-the-bratwurst vibes thrown in there. My face must convey my confusion, because suddenly I’m being harassed in the form of twenty questions.

Trick starts. “Did he flirt with you?” I begin to shake my head, then memories of the beginning of our conversation come flooding back. I nod. He jerks his chin at me in response.

Nik asks, “Did he make excuses to touch you?” Wide-eyed, my head jerks up and down. Nik sighs. “Yep. That ain’t friendly.”

Mimi sighs too, saying, “I think your boss has a thing for you, Sugar.”

I shake my head. “No, he said he doesn’t date employees.”

Everything screeches to a halt. Lola tilts her head to the side. “He had to make that clear? Like he was thinking about it?”

“No, no. We might’ve play-flirted when we first met. And it may have gotten a little serious.”

My sister wraps a hand around me and hisses in a breath. “Oh bitch, please. You know he’s gone home and played Slickin’ Willie to the memory of your thong through that flimsy white drape you call a dress.”

I stiffen, then squeak, “You can see my thong?”

Everyone at the table nods. Oh, will you just fuck my life already and be done with it! My mouth rounds in shock. I can’t believe this shit. Why does everyone always wait until afterwards to tell you these kinds of things? It doesn’t matter though. I decide to clarify why James and I would never be a possibility. With a gentle shake of my head, I explain, “Well, nothing’s going to happen, so you all can just take a chill pill. I don’t date.”

At the very same time, Nik asks, “Why?” while Asher utters, “Good.” Both sets of eyes snap to each other. They have a silent conversation. Ash’s eyes narrow dangerously. He shakes his head discreetly. Nik’s brow rises. He nods his head even more discreetly, eyes firm on Ash. Not discreet enough. Ash stares down his best friend. Nik’s lip twitches.

After a moment, Ash sinks into the booth, a look of annoyance plastered on his face. He mutters, “You’ve got to be kidding me with this shit.” Nik just grins, and it almost looks victorious, his dimple making an appearance. Everyone at the booth seems to be smiling. All except Ash.

I can’t handle it! It’s like I’m not the only one not in on the joke. I like jokes! I want in! “What?” I ask, a small smile playing at my lips.

Nik just smiles harder. “Nothing, sweetheart. We’re just glad you’re here.”

A warm smile spreads across my face. I reach over to pat his hand. “I’m glad to be here. You guys make it too easy to fit in. It’s like I’m part of your little family.”

Nik mutters, “I have a feeling if you weren’t now, somehow, you always would’ve been.”

I don’t even pretend to mask my confusion, but Tina just giggles. “Don’t even try to decipher the Mister Miyagi remarks he makes. You’ll waste hours of your life.”

Nat nudges my shoulder. “C’mon, kid. Let’s get you home.”

A yawn escapes me just as I state, “But I’m not even tired.”

She shuffles out of the booth and pulls me along with her, wrapping an arm around my waist as I stand. Pouting her lips, she coos, “Oh, come on, sweepy baby. I know yo’ a sweepy widdle baby. You can’t wait to get to sweep, can you?”

I hate her for making me actually feel like a sweepy widdle baby. And I do like sweep. I yawn a second time, leaning my head on her shoulder “Okay. Let’s go.”

Trick calls out, “You’re coming back to the club, right?”

I lift my head and jerk my chin towards him. “Bet your ass I will.”

After saying our goodbyes, Nat leads me to her car. I get in and lean my forehead on the window. The last thing I think about before I fall asleep is a laughing dimple.

But it’s not Nik’s.

***

Max

“Come on, baby. One more set.”

Panting, she hisses through clenched teeth, “I can’t.”

Don’t give me that shit. “Yes you can. One more set.”

Her hands start to shake in the handles of the pulley as she lowers herself back down to the padded mat. “No more.”

I push harder. “One more. It’s one more. You can do it. Show me how strong you are.”

But she’s had it. Frustrated and annoyed, she throws down the handles of the pulley and yells, “I’m done. God, stop yelling at me!”

I wasn’t yelling at her. Even so, I lower my voice a little. “I wasn’t yelling at you, baby. I was motivating you.”

She pulls herself towards the edge of the mat, over to her chair. Sweaty and panting, she lowers herself into her chair, and without another word, she wheels herself away. Fast. I look around the room I had converted into a makeshift gym for me and my girl, and sigh. “Fuck.”

Just another day. It’s getting harder and harder to motivate Ceecee. She’s becoming a woman; her attitude is changing. She’s not as compliant as she used to be. She’s becoming her own person. Which is great. Which also sucks. For me. I’m thinking the only thing I can do right now is ask Whit to take her on full-time again. If he doesn’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Chapter Eleven

Helena

I wake around noon on Sunday. And when I say I wake, I mean I’m woken by loud ass banging coming through the wall.

At first, I thought it was maintenance working on the building, but with a cringe to end all cringes, I quickly work out what the noise is.

“Oh God, baby! Yes, Ash. Do it just like—Yes! Keep going. I’m almost there. Almost there. Almost—” A long, drawn out female moan has me jumping out of bed.

“Oh my freaking God! Dude!” Covering my ears, I chant, “Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew,” as I run into the bathroom.