“Probably not what lover boy wanted to hear.” Silas thumbs toward me. “Do you know anything about the positions?”
OC shakes his head. “Just that they have a big office in Los Angeles.”
“Ooof, that doesn’t bode well for the situation.” Posey takes a deep breath. “Okay, the last thing we need to do is freak out and lose our minds over our perfectly executed plan not going our way.”
“Are you talking about Holmes or yourself?” Silas asks.
Posey glares at him. “Both. We just need to find a way to make sure she doesn’t move.”
“Should we really attempt to repress her chances at growing her career?” Pacey asks, making me think the same thing. I mean, if she wants to grow, if she wants to move, who am I to stop her?
Then again . . . it makes me physically ache with the thought of her moving without at least telling her how I feel.
But telling her how I feel? Christ, that makes me even more physically ill.
“We aren’t repressing her,” Posey says. “We’re just giving her options, is all.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Posey looks me in the eyes and says, “We need to show her that you’re boyfriend material.”
“You know,” OC says. “I’m not sure that’s going to do anything. I don’t remember much about Blakely except when I heard Kenzie tell Mom that she admired Blakely’s determination to be a free spirit. To be her own person. I didn’t really get what she meant at the time, but now that I know her a little, I do. I doubt anything you plan could ‘change her mind.’ She’s going to do what she wants.”
“Valuable information.” Silas slips on his socks now, the game looming closer.
“We aren’t going to try to tell her what to do,” Posey clarifies. “We’re just going to dangle a carrot in front of her and see if she bites. And when I say carrot, I mean Holmes’s penis.”
“We are not dangling my penis,” I say.
Posey rolls his eyes. “Metaphorically. If she got a look at your penis, I’m pretty sure it would scare her away. That shit has girth.”
“Can you not?” I ask.
“Please, everyone sees it in the shower, along with Silas’s piercings and my perfectly shaped balls.”
“When I say no one is getting a solid look at your balls, I fucking mean it,” Pacey says. “But he’s right, Holmes, you do have a lot of girth.”
OC runs his hand through his hair. “Christ, didn’t know we were sneaking peeks at everyone.”
“You don’t look?” Silas asks. “That’s a fucking lie.”
“I just went with the eyes-up policy.”
“Apparently, we don’t here,” I say while pulling on my socks as well.
“Either way, we can’t show her the penis yet, but we can devise a plan to show her how great you are and tempt her to be with you.”
“I don’t want to make a big deal of this,” I say, regretting even bringing it up.
“But do you like her?” Pacey asks.
“We all know he likes her,” Silas answers. “Every thread in the carpet knows that Holmes likes Blakely.”
“Then why not even try?” Pacey asks.
“Because I don’t want to bother her.”
“How is it bothering her?” Posey asks.
