Sulli bites into a donut and with a full mouth says, “Uncle Lo and my dad always have alternative rules for sober players.”
Janie perks up. “Take off an article of clothing every time someone screams.”
“Ce n'est pas une bonne idée,” I say in French so only Jane can understand.That’s not a good idea.Yeah, Icamealready today, and I can will-away an erection by sheer mental concentration. But not if I’m stripping beside Farrow. Look, there are some things that can’t be easily hidden.
My huge, rock-hard cock is one of them.
Everyone is staring at me but Farrow. He edges away from me, and then he leaves to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.
Jane says, “Je n’ai pas d’autre idée que celle-ci.”I have no other idea but this one.
I glance at Sulli and remember her trepidation about the party failing. I don’t want to disappoint my cousin over a boner. I shut my eyes in a long blink. Trying to scrub away that last bizarre thought.
“Alright,” I say, eyes open. “Every other scream, I’ll take off an article of clothingbutI stop before my underwear.” The room agrees, and Farrow returns with a new pale ale and one of Janie’s pastel blue blankets. He tosses the blanket to me and sinks back down.
Just as close as before. Shoulder-to-shoulder. His presence is a furnace, boiling me from head-to-toe.Don’t get caught.How’s that mantra? If I repeat it over and over, I should be able to avoid an erection. Definitely.
Don’t get fucking caught.
Janie presses play, and about ten minutes into the movie, Farrow calls out, “Akara, are you on the clock or do you just love Jane’s décor?” He must’ve been surveying the room.
An actress suddenly shrieks. Everyone drinks, and I pull my shirt off over my head and toss the thing aside. I lean back beside Farrow. He’s trying tosuppressa smile.
That’s rare.
Jane keeps the conversation alive. “Akara, you love how I decorated this place?”
“I didn’t say that,” he says.
“My brother likes your decorations,” Quinn tells her. “He calls it Retro Granny Realness.”
Janie beams.
“I think it’s hella fucking cute,” Sulli tells her.
“Thank you, Sullivan,” Janie replies. “Will you be my new bodyguard?”
“Of course, I’ll protect you to the fucking death.”
“And follow me around everywhere I go?”
“Everywhere.”
“Heyheyhey,” Quinn cuts in, extending his arm towards Sulli. “Don’t take my job. It’s not for sale.”
Jane beams harder. Her last,retiredbodyguard never voiced his enjoyment of being on her detail.
“Too bad you’re not in charge of transfers, Quinn,” Farrow tells him. “Only Akara can decide that.”
Sulli nudges Akara’s arm. “What’d you say, Kits? Put me on Jane’s detail?”Kits.
My cousin has a special nickname for her bodyguard.Off his last name Kitsuwon, but still, it’s a nickname. Farrow has a nickname for me. Two plus two equals…
Huh.
My mind needs to just stop for the night. I swear I’m going to reach a new circle of hell for paranoid souls.
Akara nods to Sulli. “When you can beat me in the ring, you can take Jane’s detail.” He sounds serious, but maybe he knows she’d never beat him. He was trained in Muay Thai since he was six.
