“You ready or what?” Kyro asks, knocking his shoulder into mine. “Miss fuzzy pussy is waiting for me at home, and I’d rather get this job done as quickly as possible.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “Please don’t tell me that’s what you call your missus?”
Kyro looks at me likeI’mthe one who's saying weird shit. “Fuck no, that’s my cat.”
Jay pipes up. “You call your cat Miss fuzzy pussy?”
“Yeah?” Kyro shrugs his bulky shoulders. “She’s a pussycat and she’s fuzzy? Makes sense to me.”
I don’t know whether to be amazed or grossed out, either way I’m not going to argue with a man who, despite my size, could probably squish my head with his hand.
“That’s weird, man.” Jay says, shaking his head as he grabs one of the holdalls, then I pick up my own and leave Kyro to lock up the van. Once we have everything in hand, we make our way over to Albert who's still chatting to Cherry.
He turns away from her, but I still can’t see what she looks like. Albert’s body, even for an old man, covers her form completely.
“What took you so long?” He says, looking at the three of us.
“Nothing,” I start, “just grabbing our stuff that’s all. Ready to start?”
Just as Albert goes to speak, that smooth red-wine voice tingles through the air. “Got yourself a new crew?”
Albert steps to the side and I’m pretty sure my stomach has just fallen out of my ass, so much so that I’m half tempted to check to see if it’s fell through the leg of my overalls.
Cherry is nothing like I’ve ever seen before, living or dead.
I think I’d let this woman step on me and I’d be the one to say thank you.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
I get the sense that I’m staring at her because Albert’s rough cough brings me out of my trance. “Yep, new crew. These boys are the best of the best.”
Cherry’s heated gaze skims over each of us before landing on me. I can feel the way she practically devours me from head to toe— almost like she wants to eat me.
“I bet they are,” she says with a teasing tone. “Come on in.” Cherry moves to the side, allowing Albert to enter first. Kyro steps into the house next, keeping his head down as per usual, then after that is Jay, and I don’t miss the way he takes his time walking past her, making sure she really has the chance to get a good look at him, then he sends her a flirtatious wink.
I understand that people sometimes fantasise about bashing their colleagues brains in and that’s how it usually stays— just a fantasy but the way Jay looked at Cherry, how he fuckingwinkedat her makes me wanna crush his skull in a vice until it pops like a balloon.
I’ve never been jealous of anything in my life, and I’ve never experienced this kind of visceral reaction to such a simple gesture before, but that wasn’t simple. Jay is trying to make his move on her, trying to claim her for his own and I won’t allow it. I couldn’t give a fuck if this woman is a complete stranger or that this is simply just a job, I’m havingmycherry pie, and I’ll be eating it too.
Cherry doesn’t react to Jay the way I thought she would, instead her eyes lower and she dips her head whilst making the most room she can to allow him to pass over the threshold, making sure he doesn’t have the chance to touch her.
Why isn’t she flirting back?
Why does she feel the need to step so far back?
Jay lets out an annoyed huff when he doesn’t get the reaction back that he’s looking for, and that pleases me to no end, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t try again. He’s persistent as fuck and won’t call it quits until he gets what he wants.
I guess two can play at that game, but I’ll be the one who claims her in the end, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Grabbing my bag tighter I follow behind the rest of my crew, keeping my eyes forward, refusing to give myself the chance to get a better look at her but I also can’t stop myself from taking a peek either, she’s just too beautiful to deny. My gaze flicks to the side and I just about catch her looking up at me through her thick lashes.
She seems nervous but not enough to shy away from me like she did with Jay, and all of a sudden, I don’t want to be the one to break the contact between us but I can feel the way everyone’s eyes are lingering on us.
Jay pipes up. “Stop eye-fucking her and lets get a move on.” His tone isn’t the usual sarcastic one that I’m used to, it’s harsher and I can tell that he’s pissed at me.
Like I give a fuck.
“Get fucked Jay.” I snap back, causing a slight smirk to form on Cherry’s face, her cheeks glowing pink.
