“But…what? How did he recognize you?”
“He knew who I was the entire time. When I got a little handsy with him—”
Her eyes light up, and she grabs my arm, shaking it. “You got handsy with him? Oh my god, this is the best news, ever.”
“Focus, Parker. Yes, I got handsy, and he said my name.”
Her hand flies to her mouth.
“Yeah. So, I walked away from him and pretended it never happened.”
“You’veneveracknowledged it?”
“No,” I say too quickly. “Well…the op with the judge?”
“The one where you had to kiss that older man?”
We both shiver at the memory.
“Yeah…that one. I may have made eye contact with Anders while I was kissing the guy.”
“Okay…”
“Like, intense eye contact. And then I winked at him.”
Parker nearly falls off her chair, laughing. “You…winked…at him. Oh my god, brilliant. If he’s the machete, you’re a fuckingscalpel. That’s…awesome. Fucking wink at him and then never acknowledge it.”
“Yep.” I lace my fingers, waiting for her to work through the news.
“But now he’s upped the game…”
“Which is why I need your help.”
She thinks on it a minute and taps the table with her knuckles. “Here’s the thing. You’re not going to be able to meet him with the pranks. He has too much technical knowledge and is too…Anders…to even try. You’ve got to play the head game.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Itisthe start of gray sweatpants season.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Oh, you will.”
4
Omar
I’m standing here in thin gray sweatpants, my dick ridiculously on display as I contemplate the murder of one Anders Fucking Bash.
I swear on my mother, if that joker doesn’t stop fucking with me, I’m going to give that mouth of his something better to do.
Fuck.Delete, delete, delete.I do not need that visual.
I don’twantthat visual.
I don’t want anything to do with his hot mouth smirking around my hard cock, his crystal-blue eyes looking up at me with burning lust.
Not. At. All.
