Page 195 of Just for the Cameras
“Maple, please,” OC pleads. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here, and I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m in dire need of some help, and Graydon is the only one I know who I can talk to about this.”
“He needs your help,” Maple says, her empathy shining through.
“Listen to her, Graydon. I need your help.”
This motherfucker is about to learn what my kind of help delivers—a steady kick up the ass.
“Please,” he pleads. And here I thought I was the pathetic one. “It won’t be long, I just need to talk something out.”
I don’t care if it’s five minutes. The moment I walk into my house, I have plans of taking Maple up against every fucking surface I can, and having an audience is out of the question.
“Of course we can spare some time for you,” Maple says, brightening the stupid look on OC’s face. “Can’t we, Graydon?”
“No.”
“Graydon,” Maple chastises. “Don’t be rude.”
“He’s the one being rude. He came over uninvited without any indication he needed help in a text before he headed over, and he’s ruining my plans for us.”
“Oof, were you planning on having the sex?” OC asks.
“Don’t fucking phrase it like that.”
“Well, I don’t want to step on toes.”
“It’s okay,” Maple says. “We’re more than happy to help you. Graydon is going to park his truck, and then we can sit down and have a chat.”
“Thank you,” OC says, and then Maple rolls up the window and turns toward me.
“Let him get whatever he needs off his chest, and then we can have our night.”
“You don’t know him the way I do. This is not going to be simple. Why can’t I just talk to him next week?”
“Next week? Graydon, are you really that heartless?”
“No, I’m really that horny.”
That pulls a smile from her. “Okay, but I promise you, the moment he leaves, I’m all yours, and you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” I raise a brow.
“I’m yours.”
“And what if I say no?”
“Then I’ll take him back to my place where we can chat.”
Fury rages through me. “The fuck you will.”
She chuckles. “Then make this easy on everyone and just get it over with. Then spend the rest of the night making me come.”
I wet my lips. The prospect of what’s to happen after he leaves helps me put the stupid truck in drive, open my garage door, and pull into the tight space. OC meets us in the garage, and together we head up into my place.
This is not how I envisioned Maple seeing my house for the first time,with a sullen teenager walking behind us with his hood up, sulking the entire time.
“Doesn’t he have a nice place?” OC asks.
Maple glances around, a smile tugging on her lips as she nods. “He does, and it smells like him.”
