“A bottle of it, please!”
“What did he do?” She asked, leading me to the kitchen and grabbing two glasses.
I got the rosé out of the fridge, opened the bottle and poured two very generous glasses.
“Same as always,” I replied. Every day was the same. At this rate the only experience I would be leaving with, is filing and coffee making. Neither of those were difficult or would look particularly fabulous on my CV. I didn’t mind doing shit for him, that was the point of a PA but he wasn’t interested in training me to do anything. He didn’t value me as a human let alone an employee.
“It’s not forever. Hey, have you heard from Damon?”
All bloody day. “A little, why?”
Chloe had entered full, annoying cupid mode and was determined to get me and Damon together properly – despite what we both wanted!
“Is he having a good time?”
“He says he is, yeah.”
She leant her skinny hip against the worktop and stirred a Bolognaise that was bubbling away on the hob. “Hmm, that’ll be all those bikini-clad women on the beach.”
I knew what she was doing but I wasn’t going to get jealous. Well, I was jealous that they were experiencing what I was so used to but that was it. Damon and I were friends that shared orgasms and that’s how we liked it.
“Probably,” I replied. “Seven sinfully good looking guys in Kavos are going to get a lot of action. Add to the mix Damon’s dark hair and tattoos…” He was getting laid for sure.
“Have you met his brother?” She asked.
“No, but I’ve seen pictures. The Masters brothers were blessed in the muscles department. And just about every other department actually.”
Damon had a picture of him and his brother and, oh sweet Jesus, the muscular arms in those plain t-shirts. I wish I’d taken a copy of it.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re terrible.”
“Why? Because you want to be the only one that’s done the brother thing?”
Narrowing her eyes, she muttered, “Bitch.”
“Slut.”
We both laughed and she slapped my arm from across the counter.
Chloe was with Logan’s brother, Jace, in her early teens for a couple of years. Then he was killed in a bomb attack in London. Or so we thought. Fast forward four years and Jace turns up very much alive, after giving evidence to put the bombers away and when Chloe had finally allowed herself to love Logan guilt-free. Things got messy.
“Tell me again why you don’t want to make it official with Damon.”
I stuck my middle finger up and changed the subject. She already knew and I didn’t feel like going over old ground again.
After two solid hours of gossiping and dinner, the front door opened and slammed shut. Chloe’s whole face lit up and she hadn’t even seen her fiancé yet. Sappy cow.
Logan’s face mirrored hers, softening and yet his eyes darkened with hunger at the same time. Then he saw me and paused. “Oh, good, you’re here again,” he said, fully walking into the room and grinning at me. He kissed my best friend’s head and dodged her elbowing what would’ve been his crown jewels.
“Nice to see you, too, Logan.” I nodded at his very naked, very rock solid and sweaty chest. He was a fitness instructor and went running all the bloody time. So far this week I’d been over twice and in time to see him run back from work. I didn’t mind the view one bit.
“I’m having a shower. Tell your pervert friend to keep her eyes on my face, sweetheart, yeah?” He said to Chlo, flashing me a smile before leaving us to it.
Her face whenever she saw him was sickening. Love was stupid but Chloe and Logan were going to make it. If anything happened and she got hurt I was going to castrate Logan with a blunt, rusty handsaw.
“So, one more time, how’s friends with benefits working out with Damon?”
“Fine. It’s fine. Fucking hell, I can have sex with someone without it meaning anything.”
“I know.” She lowered her voice to add, “Just not with Damon.”
“I think I want a new best friend.”
“What do you think’s going to happen here, Nell?”
“I think I’m going to use Damon’s body as often as I can, same game plan as his, so stop worrying.”
“At what cost?”
“Sleep. I’m not getting anywhere near enough when he’s around.”
Sighing, she rolled her amber eyes. “Alright, fine. It’s your life, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Neither do I. Nothing is going to hurt me, Chlo-Chlo, we’re friends and nothing more.”
She didn’t look like she believed me at all and that was fine, as long as Damon and I knew the score we’d be okay. If the roles were reversed I’d be just as worried about her too, so I couldn’t give her that much shit.
“Anyway, I better get going.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, her brown eyebrows knitting together and the look of worry etched onto her pretty face. “It’s not because of what I said, is it?”