"It is being taken care of, just back off." I quietly growled.
"She’s my best friend and I know her pretty well." Dixon hesitated as he tried to read my face. "I don’t know if I should be telling you this or not."
"Dixon, I honestly don’t want her to think it was a mistake or that she’s a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite?" Dixon growled. "You called her a –"
"No!" I interrupted him. "That’s what she called herself and I don’t want her to think like that."
"Fine," he grumbled. "You need to show her that you care about her, that you want to be with her. Prove to her that you’re not trying to get into her pants because of the arrangement. Understand?
I nodded. "I guess you’re right."
"He’s more than right. Aidan, treat her like a person, not just a sex toy or a sexual frustration outlet. She is more than that. At least I hope she is." Oscar sat back as the waitress placed our drinks on the table.
"She better fucking be." Dixon growled in my direction.
"Of course she’s more than that, but I don’t suppose she realizes." I sat back with everything swimming around in my head. I’d been so focused on the arrangement and my sexual frustration it had been impossible for me to even think about treating her like a friend, a wife, or even a girlfriend. I needed to correct that, because no matter what these three dickheads thought they knew, I felt strongly for Lilli.
As the waitress took our food order, my thoughts from this morning came back to me and realization dawned. ‘I don’t think I can go back to not being with her’, I hadn’t just meant it about sex. It had only been a few months, but I didn’t think I could be without her; without Lilli in my life.
"Aidan?" I glanced quickly at James. "Are you going to order or what?"
~
Lilli
What did I do? Oh God! I am such a weak hypocrite!
I ran unyielding on the treadmill, all while mentally scolding my behavior. My legs were already wobbly, but I needed a way to work out my frustration. Not only did I attack him on the couch last night and then let him take me in bed, I didn’t do one damn thing to stop him this morning. My common sense was mentally beating down my cocky and well satisfied lady part. Hell, my Va-jay-jay was doing back flips.
When my legs couldn’t take anymore, I went back to the bedroom. Aidan should be gone by now, so I didn’t have to worry about an uncomfortable run in.
I climbed into the shower. It still smelled like him. My body became traitorous once again.
"Get a hold of yourself, Lilli!"
Leaning against the tiled wall, the smell intensified under the hot water. It brought back the images of his naked butt this morning, his crooked smile, and those fucking black rim glasses. The glasses! I was going to have to find those and smash them. Curse you sexy, black rimmed glasses!
Yeah, that’s it. Blame the inanimate object for your inability to keep your legs closed.
Once out of the shower, I dried off and got dressed. Grabbing my cell, I called Phoebe and Celia. I was in desperate need of a girl’s night out and hadn’t seen them since before we left for the Island.
Celia was probably asleep so I called Phoebe first.
"What's up, tall, rich and gorgeous?" She greeted.
"Oh...I was just thinking that I have this whole house to myself, indoor pool, movie theater, and no one to share it with," I used my best fake bored tone.
"Give me one hour and I’m there!" She hung up without a goodbye.
Laughing, I sent a text to Celia. 'Once you get your lazy ass up...head over! Be prepared to go out too.' I hit send.
An hour later, Phoebe was shown into the pool room by Mrs. White. Standing from my lounge chair, I walked over to Phoebe's awed face.
"Thank you, Mrs. White," I smiled.
"No problem, child," she returned back from where she came.
"So, right on time as –"
"Holy Shit, Lilli," Phoebe choked out.
"I know, right?" I wrapped my arm in hers and walked toward the Hawaiian themed cabana furniture. "Bet you’re wishing you would’ve taken him up on the deal first, huh?" I nudged her with my elbow.
"Can I move in at least?"
"Definitely," I leaned my head against hers and smiled at the thought of living with Phoebe.
"Celia will be here in an hour or so, I called her on my way." Phoebe sat her things down.
"Good," I lounged back on a couch as Jay arrived with a tray of frosty drinks. I smiled. "Oh, Jay, you didn't have to."
"It's no problem, Mrs. Iverson." He sat out the drinks and a large tray of fruit, cheese, and vegetables.
Phoebe and I lounged and talked for a while about the honeymoon, what was going on with her and Oscar, and the charity ball being arranged. I was going to help Viola. She was looking through honeymoon photos when Celia arrived.
"What's up, bitches?" Celia entered in all her bikini clad glory. Mrs. White was laughing silently next to her.
"God, could you sound any more like Dixon?" Phoebe raised her brow at her.
Celia rolled her eyes.