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in that drawer of yours. As soon as you told me Chuck was on it but you never mentioned it again, I knew.” Dax accepted the folder but made his way back to its original location.
“Let me guess, you’re afraid of invading her privacy? Well, I can tell you from experience, not knowing, especially when the answers are right there, will kill you. I had the opportunity for months, and by the time I fucking grew a pair and just read the goddamned folder, I had already missed so much.”
Dax whirled around after re-filing the envelope. “That’s apples to oranges, my friend, and you know it. That information was provided for you willingly, this was not. You know Stacy, how do you think she would feel if I knew all the details? I can tell you for sure, it will not endear me to her.”
“I know, man, I just don’t want to see you lose her, especially now that you’ve made some headway. I can’t imagine you with someone else. Since the day I met her, I thought she’d be the one to fucking keep your big ass in check.”
Dax clapped him on the back. “Me too, brother, me too.”
T alk about a fucking day from Hell , Stacy thought as she left the pizza joint with the boxes on the passenger seat, headed for Gus’ place. But then again, what did she expect after waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Well, not the wrong side, so much as the wrong fucking bed. She’d left Dax’s in the wee hours of the morning and headed home. The whole drive just felt wrong somehow. The few winks of shut eye she got at her own place only drove that point home. Why had she not stayed with Dax? Why not let him see her topless? Why not…just everything? If any man could be trusted with her heart, it was Dax.
Managing to get through her hearings, client meetings, and a paperwork marathon, was nothing short of a miracle. Her raging case of Mush Brain was at peak fever and she didn’t see a cure in the near future. This was the part that both thrilled her and terrified the pants off of her—getting lost in a man. But is it really getting lost, if you know where you stand going in? “Shut up, Puppies .” Her voice cut through the silence on the car.
While her mouth said shut up, every voice in her head spoke up at that time. They were deafening, arguing for and against a relationship with Dax. While intently listening in and nodding at points made and arguments deflected, she noted two things. One, she was in Gus’ drive, and two, she was a little fucked in the head apparently. Shutting down the engine, she grabbed the warm, white boxes. As she made her was to the door, she realized how bat crap crazy she truly was. “Who the fuck eavesdrops on the voices in her head as they have a heated debate? Crazy bitches, that’s who.”
“Excuse me?” Gus asked as she relieved Stacy of her burden. She hadn’t even realized she was on the porch or that Gus had opened the door until the pizza got lighter and Gus’ sweet voice cut off her own.
“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself, you know how it is.” Gus turned and Stacy followed her in. The pregnant lady wasted no time shoving a slice in her face as soon as the boxes touched down on the marble. Catching an escaping piece of tofu with her hand, Gus’ face turned sheepish.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t wait,” Gus explained around a mouth full of pizza. Most people would look like asses with a mouth load of crust, but Gus wore the girl next door vibe well. You know the type, cute as fuck but friend zones every guy in the neighborhood, yet they all still want to hang out with her because she is cool as shit.
Gus stopped devouring pizza long enough to grab the paper towels and a couple of drinks—juice for her, beer for Stacy. She motioned to the couch and they moved their pizza party for two to the living room. Gus tucked one bare foot under her thigh and folded herself down onto the fabric with a groan, while sticking her other foot out onto the coffee table. Taking her cue from
“Let me guess, you’re afraid of invading her privacy? Well, I can tell you from experience, not knowing, especially when the answers are right there, will kill you. I had the opportunity for months, and by the time I fucking grew a pair and just read the goddamned folder, I had already missed so much.”
Dax whirled around after re-filing the envelope. “That’s apples to oranges, my friend, and you know it. That information was provided for you willingly, this was not. You know Stacy, how do you think she would feel if I knew all the details? I can tell you for sure, it will not endear me to her.”
“I know, man, I just don’t want to see you lose her, especially now that you’ve made some headway. I can’t imagine you with someone else. Since the day I met her, I thought she’d be the one to fucking keep your big ass in check.”
Dax clapped him on the back. “Me too, brother, me too.”
T alk about a fucking day from Hell , Stacy thought as she left the pizza joint with the boxes on the passenger seat, headed for Gus’ place. But then again, what did she expect after waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Well, not the wrong side, so much as the wrong fucking bed. She’d left Dax’s in the wee hours of the morning and headed home. The whole drive just felt wrong somehow. The few winks of shut eye she got at her own place only drove that point home. Why had she not stayed with Dax? Why not let him see her topless? Why not…just everything? If any man could be trusted with her heart, it was Dax.
Managing to get through her hearings, client meetings, and a paperwork marathon, was nothing short of a miracle. Her raging case of Mush Brain was at peak fever and she didn’t see a cure in the near future. This was the part that both thrilled her and terrified the pants off of her—getting lost in a man. But is it really getting lost, if you know where you stand going in? “Shut up, Puppies .” Her voice cut through the silence on the car.
While her mouth said shut up, every voice in her head spoke up at that time. They were deafening, arguing for and against a relationship with Dax. While intently listening in and nodding at points made and arguments deflected, she noted two things. One, she was in Gus’ drive, and two, she was a little fucked in the head apparently. Shutting down the engine, she grabbed the warm, white boxes. As she made her was to the door, she realized how bat crap crazy she truly was. “Who the fuck eavesdrops on the voices in her head as they have a heated debate? Crazy bitches, that’s who.”
“Excuse me?” Gus asked as she relieved Stacy of her burden. She hadn’t even realized she was on the porch or that Gus had opened the door until the pizza got lighter and Gus’ sweet voice cut off her own.
“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself, you know how it is.” Gus turned and Stacy followed her in. The pregnant lady wasted no time shoving a slice in her face as soon as the boxes touched down on the marble. Catching an escaping piece of tofu with her hand, Gus’ face turned sheepish.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t wait,” Gus explained around a mouth full of pizza. Most people would look like asses with a mouth load of crust, but Gus wore the girl next door vibe well. You know the type, cute as fuck but friend zones every guy in the neighborhood, yet they all still want to hang out with her because she is cool as shit.
Gus stopped devouring pizza long enough to grab the paper towels and a couple of drinks—juice for her, beer for Stacy. She motioned to the couch and they moved their pizza party for two to the living room. Gus tucked one bare foot under her thigh and folded herself down onto the fabric with a groan, while sticking her other foot out onto the coffee table. Taking her cue from
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