Racer tsks into the phone. “Not if you’re dedicated to being the best. The best wake up at five every morning for an early morning workout.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh into the phone. “What do you want?” I plug the waffle iron into an outlet, set the temperature to medium to be safe, and start stirring the mix together with water. I know I have some strawberries in the fridge I can cut up and put on top of the waffle, making me look like a goddamn professional. My mom would be proud.
“I was hoping you might be available for some hard labor later tonight.”
“Hard labor? Why would I want to do that?”
“Because I need your help desperately, and I would have to pay anyone else, but I know out of the goodness of your heart, you would help me for free, because you’re such a good guy.”
“Really trying to pull at the heartstrings, aren’t you?” I spray the waffle maker with some PAM, and pour half a cup of batter onto the hot irons.
“Never.” He pauses. “Did I ever tell you you’re my best friend?”
Rolling my eyes, I turn on the toaster oven and set it to warm so I can store the waffles in some heat when they’re done cooking. “You must be really desperate if you’re willing to throw down the best-friend card.”
“I can offer you some good tunes, an artfully crafted peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner, and some good old-fashioned jokes.”
“Damn, how could I ever turn down a night like that?”
“I know, I offer up a good bargain, don’t I?”
“Practically irresistible.”
“What do you say?” Racer sounds like he’s holding his breath, awaiting my answer, as if I say no, it will really put a damper on his evening.
A part of me wants to say no because it’s a stolen opportunity I can spend with Adalyn, but from the sound of Racer’s voice, I’m going to assume this would mean a lot to him.He needs me.Given I’m hanging out with the girl he told me to stay away from, I’m going to need all the good vibes on my side when shit goes down.
“Yeah, I can come help. Just shoot me a text with all the information, and I’ll be there.”
“Really?” Racer sounds shocked.
“Of course, but you owe me a Little Debbie snack.”
“Oooo, cheap shot, man, but I’ll allow it. See you tonight.”
Hanging up, I put my phone on the counter as the waffle iron beeps. Flipping open the top, I use a pair of tongs to remove the golden-brown waffle and put it directly in the warming toaster oven.
“Perfect,” I say to myself, excited to making breakfast for someone else.
“Smells good,” a sleepy voice says from behind me.
Spinning around, I find Adalyn leaning against the counter, palm pressed to one of her eyes, hair a beautiful disaster, those long, toned legs completely bare. Not even the slightest bit bashful, she walks toward me in nothing but her thong and T-shirt and circles her arms around my waist, pressing her face against my chest.
Surprised, it takes me a second to realize I should hug her back, but when I do, she snuggles in even closer.
“Thanks for not making me drive home last night. I’m not sure I would have made it. I’m kind of a heavy sleeper.”
Yeah, I gathered that from the way she was practically stroking my cock without batting an eyelash.
“It wasn’t a problem at all. I liked it.”
“Yeah?” She looks up at me, her chin to my chest, a bright smile on her face. Studying me, there is a little pinch in her brow when she asks, “Did we kiss last night?”
“No.” I chuckle. “We didn’t.”
“Hmm, I must have had some dreams about you last night. It felt like we . . . you know . . . fooled around.”
I cough, choking on my saliva, remembering the way she innocently explored me in her sleep.
