I’m just about to knock on the door when I freeze. I press an ear to the varnished wood, straining to hear. Muffled sounds. Voices drifting through the keyhole—a guy’s voice. Moaning. My stomach churns. I can just about make out Carrie.
“Keep it down!”
“You love it—I know you do.” The guy’s voice, again. One I don’t recognize.
I bang my forehead against the door.
“Have you been working out?”
“Hey!” the guy yells. “Go easy on the nipple!”
“Like what you see?” Carrie says.
“What do you think?”
She laughs. “Put your T-shirt back on before I rip off the rest.”
Images go flashing through my mind, and I’m seeing red. I should get the hell out of here before I kick the door in, but there’s no way I’m letting this play out.
I bang my head against the door again, feeling it rattle on its hinges. The voices fall quiet. I take a step back, clenching my jaw as I hear the lock turn.
A topless dude is standing there sizing me up, narrowing his eyes. My hand still in my pocket, I tighten my fingers around Carrie’s bra. I could strangle this douche right here on the doorstep.
He beams at me. “Wolinski!”
He pulls his T-shirt on, and now I can place him.
“John.”
He opens his mouth, but before he can say a word, Carrie ducks under his arm, stepping between us and pushing him back inside, before pulling the door shut. We stand there in the hall, and I’m still staring at the space John has left behind him. She sticks her arm out and waves her hand in front of my eyes.
“Anyone home?”
Slowly, my gaze drifts down to her face. She knits her brows.
“What were you doing in there?” I ask coldly.
Her frown deepens. “Working?”
“With John?”
“I was waxing his chest…”
Suddenly, it all slots into place. I let out a sigh of relief.Jesus. I feel like such a loser right now. I totally forgot about her side hustle. I push back on my jealousy.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Are you okay? You look weird.”
I snort. “Okay? Of course I’m okay! Why wouldn’t I be?”
I just thought you were screwing Johnny Boy, that’s all.
“Can I help you?” she asks.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”
“There’s these things called phones, you know…”
“Would you have picked up?”
