Oh...Oh, I’m jealous. Huh, that's a new feeling. Not sure if I like it.
What I’m sure Idon’tlike is the way Bailey puts her hand on his arm when she laughs at something he says.
I want to go over there and push her stupid hand off him.
“Hey, Latte Boy.” I put on my best golden boy smile.
Blake looks over to me, shock and surprise on his face at seeing me. But that quickly changes, as his face morphs into a genuinely happy look with the smile he only gives me. Which is not the same as the one he was just giving her.
Take that, tutor girl.
“Cooper? What are you doing here?”
“Got bored.” I shrug, reaching the counter. “Thought I’d come see how you’re doing. Was going to wait outside for you, but decided to come in and see what the place looks like.” I look around. “It’s nice.”
“It’s a pretty cool place to work,” Blake agrees.
“I thought I’d come keep you company on a Sunday night.” I look at Bailey. “But I guess you already had some. I thought you were working alone tonight?”
“I was supposed to but Bailey just started working here last week and my boss thought it would be a good idea to have her come in for some training.”
“Ah.” I nod.
“Hi.” Bailey waves. She’s cute. Too cute. She has long black hair, pink glasses and very nicely done makeup.
“Hi.” I grin a little too big. Blake gives me a look.
“What’s wrong with your face?”
“Nothing's wrong with my face.” My smile drops as I shoot him a glare. “I’m smiling.”
“Like a serial killer.” He snorts. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” I roll my eyes.
“Well, I’m gonna go stock those Funko Pops,” Bailey says awkwardly, rounding the counter and leaving me alone with Blake. Good. Go. Shoo, shoo.
“I thought you were just tutoring her. When did you two become friends?” I swing my gaze to Blake.
He frowns. “I mean, we’re friendly, but I wouldn’t call us friends. Although, she is a nice girl. So who knows?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he can’t be friends with her, but I bite that down hard because,what the fuck, Cooper? That's not something you do. You don’t control people, tell them how or what they can do.
I seriously need to get a grip before I put my foot in my mouth.
“Cool. Cool.” I nod. “She seems nice.”
“Are you... jealous?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Golden Boy, you’re my bestie. No one can replace you.”
Okay, so I love how good that makes me feel and yes, I’m jealous, but not for the reason he thinks.
“Good, because I peed on you. You’re mine.” This time my smile isn’t forced.
“Ew,” Blake mutters. “Never do that.”
“Awe, not into golden showers?” I wiggle my brows.
And damn, my little virgin boy is blushing up a storm. Why does it make my cock twitch when he does that?
