“Horny?” Becca whispers.
“What?! No! I’m not horny!” I say defiantly.
“It kinda sounds like it though.”
“It most certainly doesn’t. If I were horny, I’d feel…” I trail off, unable to think of the last time I would’ve defined myself as such. A low libido or whatever my issue is definitely has its perks if this is what it feels like to be horny.
“Hot? Bothered? Restless?” She looks between me and the fridge as she says the last one like it proves her point.
And shit, maybe it does.
“Oh my God,” I say, dropping my head into my hands. “Do you think I’m turned on by Jaxon fucking Reid?”
“I mean, you and every other person in the world who is attracted to men, yeah. I don’t think you need to make it a thing.”
“I’m not making it a thing.”
“It seems like you are.”
“Are you turned on by him?” I ask, lifting my face just enough to glare at her.
“I recognize the appeal.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “What the fuck am I going to do about this? I can’t keep fake dating the guy if this is going to happen every time!”
“Or, and hear me out, what if you took him up on theother thing.”
My eyes lock on hers, certain she’s not suggesting what she is. “Excuse you?”
Becca shrugs, and I’ve never considered how difficult it would be to cut my roommate, business partner, and best friend from my life until now.
“No.”
She shrugs again. Another fucking shrug. As if my entire world wasn’t just turned on its side, flattened, and boiled.
“Okay,” she says as if she doesn’t care what I decide.
“Becca! You cannot honestly be suggesting I start having sex with Jaxon Reid,” I demand.
“Well, to be clear, I’m more suggesting you have JaxonSteelegive you a few good O’s, but yeah. I am.” She crosses her arms across her almost nonexistent chest, giving me her bestI’m seriouslook.
I gape at her.
“That’s a terrible idea,” I say when I can finally form words again.
She nods like she’s going to agree but then says, “Except, is it?”
I’m pretty sure my eyes are bulging as I exclaim, “Yes! It is!”
“Okay,” Becca says, heading toward her room, “but I bet he’d be one hell of a spice coach.”
At just that moment, my phone vibrates again. Glad to have an excuse not to think about the idea Becca just put in my head, I open my phone and click into my messages app.
Jaxon
I know this is crazy, but can I please come by your house this week and play my guitar? I swear the lyrics only flow these days when I’m around you.
Me
