“Can I help you with that? Please?” I asked, looking nervously at the water below.
“No thanks, I got it,” he said, glancing at me. He must have noticed the way I was peering over the side of the bridge, and he chuckled. “Okay, sure, go ahead. I mean, you knew every word to ‘Welcome to the Jungle,’ so you might pick out something good,” he challenged.
He returned his eyes to the road, but even from the side, I could see the approving grin. Which, and I hated to admit it, made his jaw look like it had been chiseled out of the hottest piece of granite ever unearthed.
“I’m sure I can find something,” I sassed, reaching over his hand and leaning toward him. His hand grazed against the side of my breast, and we both flinched. “What, you tryin’ to cop a feel there?” I snapped, selecting a song.
“Did you or did you not just place your tits in the path of my hand?” he sniped back.
“I think your hand just moved in front of the girls’ trajectory, but don’t sweat it. You’re hardly the first that these celestial beings have brought into their orbit.” I sighed dramatically, looking at him sideways to see if he could tell I was joking. The corner of his mouth rose into a grin, and I allowed myself a small smile as well.
“Yes, celestial. That’s the word I was going to use—as in, not of this earth. As in, suspended in the heavens. As in, courtesy of Victoria’s Secret.” He grinned, and I pretended to be shocked.
“Oh my, you know of the Secret? And here I thought we silly girls had you all fooled.” I laughed and settled back into my seat. We’d crossed the bridge and now returned to the city.
“It takes a lot to fool me, especially when it comes to the opposite sex,” he replied, as the music came on. He nodded at my choice. “Too Short? Interesting selection. Not many women would have chosen this,” he mused.
“What can I say? I’m feeling very Bay Area tonight. And I should tell you now, I am not like most women,” I added, feeling another smile sneak across my face.
“I’m beginning to get that,” he said.
We were quiet for a few minutes, then suddenly both started to speak at once.
“So what do you think about—” I began.
“Can you believe that they all—” he said.
“Go ahead.” I chuckled.
“No, what were you going to say?”
“I was going to say, so what do you think about our friends tonight?”
“That’s actually what I was going to say. I couldn’t believe they just up and left us!” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He had a great laugh.
“I know, but my girls know what they want. I couldn’t have painted two better guys for them. They’re exactly what they look for,” I confided, leaning against the window so I could watch him as we navigated the hilly streets.
“Yeah, Neil has a weakness for Asian girls—and I swear that sounded less pervy in my head. And Ryan loves him some leggy redheads.” He laughed again, glancing over to see if I was okay with his leggy redhead comment.
I was. She was.
“Well, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it tomorrow—what kind of impression they made on my ladies. I’ll get the full report, don’t you worry.” I sighed. My phone would be ringing off the hook.
Silence crept back in, and I wondered what to say next.
“So how do you know Benjamin and Jillian?” he asked, saving me from small talk fever.
“I work for Jillian at the firm. I’m an interior designer.”
“Wait. Hold up, you’re that Caroline?” he asked.
“I have no idea what that means,” I answered, wondering why he was now staring at me.
“Damn, it really is a small world,” he exclaimed, shaking his head from side to side as though trying to clear it.
He was silent as I sat there in limbo.
“Hey, wanna clear that up a bit? What did you mean, that Caroline?” I finally questioned, slapping his shoulder.
“It’s just that…well…huh. Jillian has mentioned you before. Let’s leave it at that,” he said.
“Hell no, we won’t leave it at that! What did she say?” I pushed, slapping again at his shoulder.
“Would you cut that out? You’re really rough, you know that?” he said.
There were simply too many ways I could go with that comment, so I wisely kept quiet.
“What did she say about me?” I asked quietly, now worried that perhaps she’d said something about my work. My nerves were already shot, and now they were pinging.
He looked over at me. “No, no, it’s not like that,” he said quickly. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just that, well, Jillian adores you. And she adores me—of course, right?”
I rolled my eyes, but played along.
“And well, she might have…mentioned a few times…that she thought I should meet you,” he dragged out, only to wink at me when I met his eyes.
“Oh. Ohhhh,” I breathed as I realized what he meant. I blushed. Jillian, that little matchmaking shit. “Does she know about the harem?” I asked.
“Would you quit with that? Don’t call them the harem. You make it sound so shady. What if I told you those three women were incredibly important to me? That I care a lot about them. That the relationships I have with them work for us, and no one else needs to understand it—got it?” he said, pulling the Rover to an angry stop at the curb outside our building.
I was quiet as I studied my hands and watched him rake his through his already messed-up hair.
“Hey, you know what? You’re right. Who am I to say what’s right or wrong for anyone else. If it works for you, great. Hit it. Mazel tov. I’m just surprised Jillian would want to set you up with me. She knows I’m a pretty traditional girl, that’s all,” I explained.
He grinned and turned the force of his blue eyes on me.
“As it happens, she doesn’t know everything about me. I keep my private life private—with the exception of my neighbor with the thin walls and the devastating lingerie,” he said in a low voice that could melt, well, anything.
My brain was most certainly among those things, seeing as I suddenly felt it oozing out of my ears and on down to my collar.
“Except for her,” I muttered, thoroughly scrambled.
He let out a dark laugh and opened his door. He kept his eyes on mine as he strode around the car and opened my door.
“No thanks, I got it,” he said, glancing at me. He must have noticed the way I was peering over the side of the bridge, and he chuckled. “Okay, sure, go ahead. I mean, you knew every word to ‘Welcome to the Jungle,’ so you might pick out something good,” he challenged.
He returned his eyes to the road, but even from the side, I could see the approving grin. Which, and I hated to admit it, made his jaw look like it had been chiseled out of the hottest piece of granite ever unearthed.
“I’m sure I can find something,” I sassed, reaching over his hand and leaning toward him. His hand grazed against the side of my breast, and we both flinched. “What, you tryin’ to cop a feel there?” I snapped, selecting a song.
“Did you or did you not just place your tits in the path of my hand?” he sniped back.
“I think your hand just moved in front of the girls’ trajectory, but don’t sweat it. You’re hardly the first that these celestial beings have brought into their orbit.” I sighed dramatically, looking at him sideways to see if he could tell I was joking. The corner of his mouth rose into a grin, and I allowed myself a small smile as well.
“Yes, celestial. That’s the word I was going to use—as in, not of this earth. As in, suspended in the heavens. As in, courtesy of Victoria’s Secret.” He grinned, and I pretended to be shocked.
“Oh my, you know of the Secret? And here I thought we silly girls had you all fooled.” I laughed and settled back into my seat. We’d crossed the bridge and now returned to the city.
“It takes a lot to fool me, especially when it comes to the opposite sex,” he replied, as the music came on. He nodded at my choice. “Too Short? Interesting selection. Not many women would have chosen this,” he mused.
“What can I say? I’m feeling very Bay Area tonight. And I should tell you now, I am not like most women,” I added, feeling another smile sneak across my face.
“I’m beginning to get that,” he said.
We were quiet for a few minutes, then suddenly both started to speak at once.
“So what do you think about—” I began.
“Can you believe that they all—” he said.
“Go ahead.” I chuckled.
“No, what were you going to say?”
“I was going to say, so what do you think about our friends tonight?”
“That’s actually what I was going to say. I couldn’t believe they just up and left us!” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He had a great laugh.
“I know, but my girls know what they want. I couldn’t have painted two better guys for them. They’re exactly what they look for,” I confided, leaning against the window so I could watch him as we navigated the hilly streets.
“Yeah, Neil has a weakness for Asian girls—and I swear that sounded less pervy in my head. And Ryan loves him some leggy redheads.” He laughed again, glancing over to see if I was okay with his leggy redhead comment.
I was. She was.
“Well, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it tomorrow—what kind of impression they made on my ladies. I’ll get the full report, don’t you worry.” I sighed. My phone would be ringing off the hook.
Silence crept back in, and I wondered what to say next.
“So how do you know Benjamin and Jillian?” he asked, saving me from small talk fever.
“I work for Jillian at the firm. I’m an interior designer.”
“Wait. Hold up, you’re that Caroline?” he asked.
“I have no idea what that means,” I answered, wondering why he was now staring at me.
“Damn, it really is a small world,” he exclaimed, shaking his head from side to side as though trying to clear it.
He was silent as I sat there in limbo.
“Hey, wanna clear that up a bit? What did you mean, that Caroline?” I finally questioned, slapping his shoulder.
“It’s just that…well…huh. Jillian has mentioned you before. Let’s leave it at that,” he said.
“Hell no, we won’t leave it at that! What did she say?” I pushed, slapping again at his shoulder.
“Would you cut that out? You’re really rough, you know that?” he said.
There were simply too many ways I could go with that comment, so I wisely kept quiet.
“What did she say about me?” I asked quietly, now worried that perhaps she’d said something about my work. My nerves were already shot, and now they were pinging.
He looked over at me. “No, no, it’s not like that,” he said quickly. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just that, well, Jillian adores you. And she adores me—of course, right?”
I rolled my eyes, but played along.
“And well, she might have…mentioned a few times…that she thought I should meet you,” he dragged out, only to wink at me when I met his eyes.
“Oh. Ohhhh,” I breathed as I realized what he meant. I blushed. Jillian, that little matchmaking shit. “Does she know about the harem?” I asked.
“Would you quit with that? Don’t call them the harem. You make it sound so shady. What if I told you those three women were incredibly important to me? That I care a lot about them. That the relationships I have with them work for us, and no one else needs to understand it—got it?” he said, pulling the Rover to an angry stop at the curb outside our building.
I was quiet as I studied my hands and watched him rake his through his already messed-up hair.
“Hey, you know what? You’re right. Who am I to say what’s right or wrong for anyone else. If it works for you, great. Hit it. Mazel tov. I’m just surprised Jillian would want to set you up with me. She knows I’m a pretty traditional girl, that’s all,” I explained.
He grinned and turned the force of his blue eyes on me.
“As it happens, she doesn’t know everything about me. I keep my private life private—with the exception of my neighbor with the thin walls and the devastating lingerie,” he said in a low voice that could melt, well, anything.
My brain was most certainly among those things, seeing as I suddenly felt it oozing out of my ears and on down to my collar.
“Except for her,” I muttered, thoroughly scrambled.
He let out a dark laugh and opened his door. He kept his eyes on mine as he strode around the car and opened my door.
