He chuckled and turned to Kenzie winking, “I call em like I see ‘em.”
Kenzie turned her head, tearing her gaze away from him. He was sending some kind of ridiculously bad mixed signals. He was pawing her and flirting with Kenzie. The word douchebag was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t seem to fully commit to thinking it. She was getting too attached to this guy. It was one night, hell, not even a night, one morning of amazing, mind blowing sex that didn’t change anything. Her situation still sucked, she was still worried over Taylor, who may or may not be caught, and to add to it, the one guy who had managed to stir something in her, was turning out to be a player.Fuck my life.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” She bit back the urge to add ‘jerk’ to the end of her answer. Her tone must have been a bit too stern and snappy because both Bogs and Corissa gave her an uncertain look.
Corissa cleared her throat and smiled. “See ya tomorrow, Kenzie.”
“Bye.”
She walked to the door when Bogs stepped forward. Keeping her back to him was best. Although how she’d manage to keep it up for the rest of the night, she wasn’t quite sure.
He stepped in front of her, opening the door with one hand and gesturing her with the other. She passed by and felt the caress on her back. She rushed forward and kept her quick pace to the truck, getting out of his arm’s length.
“What’s going on, is this a race? First one who gets to the truck gets to be on top?” He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows. “All right, you win, pretty girl.”
Any other time, she would have laughed. It wasn’t just what he said but how he said it. Easy and laid back, she liked that. Just not now. Right now, her anger was growing with his flirting with Corissa and then expecting sex from her.
“I’m not having sex with you, I told you that.” She opened the truck and climbed in, slamming the door behind her but not before getting her last dig out. “I’m sure you can find someone else to scratch your itch, Bogs.” She purposely glanced over his shoulder to the office door.
She stared out the window, catching a glimpse of him rounding the front of the truck. She didn’t look long but she could see the tightening of his jaw.
Her plan was to ignore him for the ride home and hole up in her room. It was a good plan.
He climbed in the truck and started the ignition. Shewaited for the truck to reverse but it remained parked. The hairs on her neck and arms tingled. He was staring at her.
“Scratch my itch.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. It was a stupid saying, and she was half embarrassed she’d even used it but it popped in her head and she blurted it out. “Scratch my itch,” he said again, making it sound even more ridiculous than when she said it.
He chuckled and her face flamed. If he said it one more time, she might turn around and smack him. “Scratch my itch.”
She whipped her head and twisted her lips. “You know what it means, stop repeating it.”
He cocked his eyebrows. “I think it means fuck. Am I right?”
He was playing with her, she knew it.
“Or no, it would mean the need to fuck. ‘Cause if you wanna scratch something, you’re seeking relief. Huh… yeah, it means fucking.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and slouched in the seat. Why was he going on about this?
“And who do you think should be scratching it for me, since you refuse?”
She turned her head slowly, glaring at him.
He tightened his lips, mocking her while holding back his smile. He nodded, keeping his gaze locked on Kenzie. “Corissa, right? That’s why you looked at the office when ya suggested I find someone toscratch my itch, right? Hmm…. all right, I guess I can ask Mike, but I don’t think the odds are in my favor.” He smirked. “He’s a jealous type, probably won’t go for me fucking his wife.”
Corissa was married.
“He probably wouldn’t appreciate you flirting with her either.”
“No, you’re right on that, he hates it. He’s been threateningme since middle school. That’s how long they’ve been together, and around the same time we all became friends.”
“Well, you should stop,” she snapped.
“That’s what he keeps telling me. Can’t help myself, always been a flirt with all the ladies.” He shifted gears and backed out. “Makes them feel good, I think, and it pisses off their men, puts a fire in their ass to give the ladies more attention, appreciate them a little more knowing their woman can leave ‘em at any time. I consider it a public service.”
Kenzie snorted. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked.”
