“It’s Ron’s job to be traumatized by your oversharing. Call your twin for that.”
“He already cussed me out earlier. All I said was my glow was due to orgasms.”
“Carlee!” I chide her although the smile hasn’t left my face.
“Don’t front Mr. Orgasms. You and Ron act like you two aren’t the biggest man whores on the planet.”
I don’t say anything because it’s kinda true; although, my mind has been tuned into the Bree channel all week. Also, I know Carlee will fill in the silence.
“Speaking of orgasms. Did you help your poor neighbor out yet?”
My dick stirs at the reminder that tonight is the night.
“No.”
“No? Did she break your streak?”
“We haven’t gotten to that yet.”
“Really! You mean to tell me that The Jason Dick-is-on hasn’t closed the deal?”
“It’s just Dixon. I can close the deal. I could have done it the same day, but I feel this requires a little seduction. There has to be a reason why she hasn’t gotten off at this point.”
“It could just be a person or chemistry thing. I’ve never experienced the kind of sex I’ve had with Remy. I mean it’s…”
“Okay, Carlee, congratulations and goodbye.”
“Bye, chickenshit.”
I’m laughing again as the line disconnects. It’s never a dull moment with her.
I get out of my car just in time to catch Lars in the parking lot.
“What’s up, Lars?”
His long, brown, wavy hair is in a top knot and his usually brown looking eyes have a dark blue cast over them in the sunlight.
“Why don’t you ever call me Mayhem?”
“You’ve been Lars as long as I’ve known you. This Mayhem stuff is new.”
He folds his tattooed arms over his big chest and stares down at me. At six-two, I’m not short, but Lars is a big motherfucker.
“I’ve been called Mayhem for at least five years.”
“Your momma named you Lars; I’m gonna call you Lars.”
His beard catches flecks of gold from the sun as he laughs.
“I’d beat your ass if mymommadidn’t like you so much.”
We walk inside Hotspot and approach the waiting employees.
“Then no more football games for you.”
“Speaking of which, be careful, man,” Mayhem whispers before we’re in earshot of other people.
“Why?”
