Avery had trusted me to take care of him after I’d taken him home—not expecting me to come onto him while he’d sought comfort from me after what had been a very troubled few weeks for him.
The poor man was looking for a friend in his time of need, and what did I do to repay him?
Practically cream my own fucking jeans while I’d dreamed of him sucking me off and telling me that he’d been waiting do that since high school.
Slumping over my desk, I let my head smack down onto it, relishing the pain that followed. He was never going to talk to me again. There was no way we could come back from this.
What was I even supposed to say in defense of myself?
Sorry, Avery. I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen, please forgive my horny brain in thinking that you were a part of my wet dream. Oh yeah, and I still have those about you, too.
Oh my god. I was lucky he didn’t punch me the second I let him go. Hell, I was lucky he wasn’t showing up to the shop right now with a towing company behind him ready to load up his dad’s cars to be taken to another shop where he knew the owner wouldn’t try and make the moves on him.
A hand clapped down on my shoulder, causing me to jump right out of my own skin.
“Jeez!” Charlie launched himself back from my chair, both of his hands held up in defense. “You didn’t hear me callin’ ya?”
“No.” Slumping back in my chair, I said, “What’s up?’
“That black Bel Air’s got a rusted out exhaust system. I found the parts online but you gotta authorize it since it’s comin’ from a specialty dealer down in Michigan.”
I held in another sigh. On top of that, I was also going to have to contact Avery about it, too.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I asked, “You got a total already?”
Thankfully, Charlie pulled a folded up piece of paper out of the pocket of his uniform and handed it over to me. It was several sheets of printed out pictures of the parts that we’d need to order, along with totals scribbled in the margins of each one and a phone number for the shop located at the very top of the bunch.
“Thanks. I’ll handle this while you get back to the other ones.”
“Right on, boss.”
Watching him slip out the door and down the hall, I spun back around to my desk and tossed the papers down over the payroll sheets. There was no way I was at all ready to face the music in calling Avery up and trying to talk shop while pretending that this morning was all a bad nightmare.
I had a slim chance of him even getting him to answer my phone call in the first place, and if I did end up actually getting him on the other line, I was petrified to hear the disgust in his voice.
I knew controlling myself around him would be difficult; I just never took into account that my own body would betray me so heinously.
Sighing, I grabbed my phone off of the desk and flipped it over, noticing that I had a missed call from one of my brothers—Jonah. Curiously, I tapped on his contact and let the dial tone pick up.
“Hey, he’s alive!”
Unfortunately.“What’s up?”
“Wanted to check in on you.”
That was fishy. The only time anyone was ever worried about me was when I’d go AWOL for a little while in order to get myown mental health back in order before I accidentally made it everyone else’s problem. But that hadn’t happened in months.
“I’m fine,” I said, slowly. “Something going on?”
“Lila called me.”
I groaned. “No.”
Jonah laughed. “Oh, come on. You didn’t think she would blab to the whole family that she’s been trying to set you up for weeks? You underestimate her ability to keep a secret.”
No, what I really underestimated was how big of a deal she was going to make this whole me going stag to her wedding. Apparently, not taking her seriously the first time she’d threatened to get our whole family involved was my first mistake.
The second being calling my brother back without acknowledging his own ridiculous nature when it came to encouraging Lila’s over the top behavior.
