Page 68 of I Could Never
“Something smells good,” I said as I entered the kitchen, setting the groceries I’d picked up on the counter. “What are you making?”
Josh had a dishtowel over his shoulder as he rinsed a few things in the sink. “It’s in the oven. You’re not allowed to peek until it’s done. Scottie already ate his chicken. I gave him an early dinner so we could eat in peace.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve all this,” I said.
“Well, I’m sort of making it up to you in advance.”
“What do you mean?”
He shut off the faucet and turned to face me. “After you left this morning, I found out I have to meet with a client back in Chicago this week. So, think of this as prepayment for you having to hold down the fort alone for a few days.”
Dread filled me. I hated when he was away. But it would only be a few days. I could do this. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” I smiled and tried not to let my disappointment show.
“Did you end up getting a swimsuit?”
“I did.” I grinned.
Josh’s brow lifted. “Well?”
“After trying on many, I decided on the red one...because it makes me look flat.”
“Nice.” He winked.
I got goose bumps whenever Josh winked at me, once again a sign that I needed to get laid—by someone other than Josh. It didn’t help that he was getting more handsome by the day, his hair growing out as he rocked the unshaven, woodsy-caveman look. I dug it, and that continued to be a problem.
Josh’s mystery dinner was chicken enchiladas, and they were quite tasty. It was nice to sit down to a homemade meal prepared by someone else, especially when Scottie was already showered, fed, and content on the couch.
After eating, Josh and I joined Scottie in the living room. I looked over Scottie’s shoulder as he scrolled through the photos in his iPad library, many of which were distorted images of his own face, courtesy of a face-changing app. But then came a photo of a giant dick.
It wasn’t Scottie’s—I’d seen his. And the small bit of tanned, ripped torso that had also made it into the shot was a dead giveaway as towhosedick it was. “Whomever” it belonged to was quite hung.
Oh my.I fumbled over my words as I looked at Josh. “Um…”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Are you…aware that there’s a picture of you stark naked on Scottie’s iPad?”
“Come again?”
Taken from a crooked angle, the photo of Josh’s dick could have been accidentally snapped. Scottie always had one of his devices with him—even in the bathroom—so he must’ve hit the camera button during one of their manshowers.
“Scottie, give that to me for a second.” I took the device. “I’ll give it back. Don’t worry.”
Surprisingly, Scottie let it go without a fight, and I handed it to Josh.
He stared at it with a blank look on his face. I couldn’t read his expression as he clicked on it.
“Are you embarrassed?” I asked, unsure what to say.
After a moment, he handed the device back to Scottie. The photo was gone.Not that I was hoping for a second look…
“I don’t know. Do I have something to be embarrassed about?” he asked, his ears turning red.
I gulped. “Not at all.”Certainlynot.
“I kind of like to control when I send dick pics out into the world. How the hell did I not know he’d taken a photo of my junk?”
“He’s very stealthy.”