Risky Business
"I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me"
-6-
September 23, 2014
Letting a seductive grin take over my face, I kicked my pumps on the floor, shoved myself up on the counter, and looked at the shirtless guy in front of me.
Without a second to lose, he reconnected his lips with mine, shoving his hands into my hair.
It never failed to amaze me how he caught me off guard. He was always forceful at first, and then, he'd slow down. He'd go from attacking my lips to a soft, sweet, sensual kiss.
And then…then he'd remove his hands from my hair, and place them on my neck. Then, he'd move them ever-so-torturously-slow down my back. Down my back, across my back, back to my neck, to my hair, on my cheeks, on my thighs…
Before long, he'd be attacking my neck with kisses, and I'd be running my hands along his perfectly toned chest.
Every so often, I'd open my eyes to catch a quick glimpse of him. He was beautiful.
I only stopped looking at him when he reattached his lips to my own.
And then, with an ragged breath, he'd whisper in my ear that he loved me.
And my reply?
"I love you too, Chad."
I jolted awake, furious at my…mind (is it mind, or is it conscious?) for letting such horrible things roll around in my…subconscious. Hmmm…
This is what you need a dictionary for.
Moving on.
It was terrible. Ever since Chad had mentioned him giving me a love bite, I'd had dark dreams about us having kissing sessions.
And let me tell you something – dreaming about making out with your best friend is not a pretty sight.
Yes.
Even though, in your dreams, your BFF has the body of New Moon's Taylor Lautner, it's still disturbing to dream about sticking your tongue down his throat.
But, here's another disturbing thing – in my dreams, Chad is an amazing kisser. Seriously it's scary how good he is at kissing me.
In real life, though, Chad is about the size of Nick Jonas (maybe smaller). And he might be a good kisser, but we shall hump that bump when we get to that, if you get my gist.
No?
Well, anyway.
Let's have a summary:
I had awoken, mad at myself for my dirty dark dreams of Chad (just contact me with the email of 'darksweatyhotdreams bffNOTsomuch (dot) com').
After dwelling on my dream for a good five minutes, I sat up, realizing that, yet again, I had fallen asleep on my couch.
I managed to make my way into my bedroom, stumbling over Twix and Snickers candy bar wrappers, an empty bag of M&Ms, and three cans of coke.
And no, I hadn't had a sleepover with anyone, it was just me.
Once I got to my closet, I looked down at my stomach in disgust. I'm normally a size five/six. Currently, I felt like a size 81/82.
That, and my boobs had sprouted about another inch.
There's one benefit of me ODing on chocolate.
TMI?
Well, that's just the way it is. And, no worries, they'll be back to normal come tomorrow.
I knew that today was going to be harsh, i.e. my overdose on junk food last night.
Today, I was helping Chad babysit Aubree, and then, tonight, Chad and I were having dinner with Dani and Kevin.
The married couples were slowly but surely herding us in. They either wanted us to get married, and share the joy that they knew about marriage; or they wanted us to get married, and know just how damn miserable that they are.
I was really dreading dinner. I suppose that it would've been worse had it been Natti and Joe, or even Portlyn and Grady (who were also very, very excited for us), but still, I was dreading dinner.
Pushing aside my depressed thoughts, I finally settled on a pair of sweats and a tank top. It was the perfect outfit for taking care of Aubree; and, despite what we were telling other people, I had no actual reason to impress Chad.
As for dinner, I'd have to squeeze myself into a black dress. Little? Not so much. More like one of those bubble-hem dresses with a loose waist. If only I owned such a thing.
With a huff, I yanked the baggies black dress (sadly, no bubble-hem) of my choice off the hanger, and threw it on the bed. I'd shower at Jamie's house, and steal her makeup, after she and Jason came back from their doctors' appointment (or, their baby's, that is).
It was going to be a long day.
"I think that it needs more chocolate." Eyebrows furrowed, I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Aubree threw her straw down on the floor, and held her cup (filled with chocolate milk bubbles) up to her uncle. Chad looked from his niece, to me, and then to the cup with an uncertain expression on his face.
Yes, the milk was already pitch-black from chocolate syrup, but Aubree wanted more. I couldn't blame her, I'd demand more too. Especially if I knew I had two suckers babysitting me.
"I think that it has enough chocolate, Aubs." Chad pushed her glass away, and Aubree jutted her lower lip out stubbornly. I just stood back, and watched.
Clearly, she was going to win.
"But Uncle-"
"If I put anymore chocolate in there, you won't be able to blow bubbles in it." Chad reasoned.
"Not true," Aubree argued, "the choc'ate'll sink to the bottom. I can still blow bubbles. And then, when I take the last sip, I can stick my finger in and lick all of the choc'ate!"
And with that, Chad sighed, shook his head, picked up the bottle of syrup, and poured it in to his niece's cup. By the time he finished, the milk was almost overflowing, and the bottom was completely, solidly black.
Despite the fact that Chad had given her a new straw, she wouldn't be blowing bubbles anytime soon.
Yet, somehow, she managed to remain a happy camper. With a little happy laugh, Aubree darted off to the family room with her milk, and plopped down next to her big, overstuffed teddy bear.
I sighed, completely ignoring what Chad was saying (though I do believe I heard him use the term 'sweet thaaaang'), and watched Aubree, completely envious of her. Her mind was so pure. She didn't know what it was like to lie about anything major. She had never deceived anyone. She'd never had a dream about kissing anyone yet.
And I…Well, I apparently dreamed about kissing her uncle, who I've never even thought about before. Well, with that one exception.
Don't get me wrong.
Chad Dylan Cooper is attractive. He's not downright hot, or anything. But he does look…sweet. He has a sweet air about him, and yet, every once in a while, his sarcasm is kind of sexy, dare I say. And, if you really look into his eyes, you can tell that they are a shocking blue. They're piercing. When the sunlight reflects on them, you can see that he has little green flecks in them.
Chad's kind of insecure about his smile, but, then again, he does have a lot of smile lines. He's mentioned Botox a few times, but I've forbidden him. Seriously. He kind of looks like he's had Botox already.
Anyway.
I like his smile.
And as for Chad's muscles…
Nick Jonas, I say again. When Chad flexes, they do show.
And Chad's butt…
"Auntie Sonny, why are you staring at the wall like that?" Aubree's sweet, innocent voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I mentally slapped myself.
Was I honestly thinking –slash- describing what I liked about Chad?
Chad is my best friend. He will never be anything more than my best friend.
With a little sigh, I sat down next to Chad on the couch, and watched as Aubree played with her bear, absentmindedly singing to herself (Robin Thicke, nonetheless). I closed my eyes, and shook my head, wanting to get the image of why the hell Jamington would listen to Robin Thicke out of my head.
And yeah, I know that makes no sense.
And Robin Thicke? LOVE him. Want him. He's married, though. But his lyrics? He admits that 'his guilty pleasures array his good health'.
I mean, really, Jamington? Why would you let your baby listen to this?
Moving on.
When Chad carelessly tossed his arm around my shoulders, I realized with a little pang that I wanted to lean into him. I wanted to place my head on his heart. I wanted to be the girl that his heart beat for.
Hell.
I was attracted to my best friend.
Ooo000ooO
Her name was Taryn. She looked like she was twenty-one (ugh), had blonde hair, big boobs, long legs, and a rambling mouth. Chad's dream girl.
Chad, in the meantime, had his mouth open too, drooling over her.
We were approximately one block away from the restaurant where we were meeting Dani and Kevin, when Taryn stopped us, asking for Chad's autograph.
I, apparently, was invisible, which, in all truth, is just fine with me. I'd never want to be friends with Taryn anyway. I just wanted to get into the restaurant with Chad by my side.
Which, if Taryn had her way, would not happen anytime soon.
I made my best attempt to pull Chad away from her, but the guy wouldn't budge. So after silently cursing at him, I bit my lip, spun on my heels, and walked the rest of the block (by myself) to the restaurant.
When I stepped inside and let the seating hostess take me to the couple, I caught sight of Kevin giving his wife a small peck on the cheek. Dani blushed in turn, and then proceeded to give her husband a kiss on the lips. I didn't know if I should sit down, or bolt before they got into a heated make out session.
"Hey, Sonny." Realizing I had been caught, I gave Dani a small smile and sat in the chair. This caused Kevin and Dani to give me a confused glance. (Side note: it's true…after people are married for a while, they really do start to look alike.)
I stared back at them, wondering why they were looking at me like that. Was I supposed to start the conversation?
I thought that married people, (since they're married) are more mature, so they're supposed to initiate the conversation.
After all, I…
"Where's Chad?" Kevin finally piped up.
Oh.
Chad.
Well, my boyfriend-slash-BFF who I'm supposedly in love with is flirting with a blonde Paris Hilton wannabe down the street. I'm sure he'll be here in a few minutes, though. Ya know, after he gets her number and feels her up. But, in the meantime, I'd love a strong glass of something…how about a screwdriver? You know, I might as well have something that mentions the term 'screw'. 'Cause, well, ya know…Chad's screwing me over because he'd like to be screwing…
Much to my own dismay, I didn't say what was going through my head. I actually went through one of those brain-not-connected-with-mouth-moments where I talked without actually realizing what I was saying.
"He's just…calming himself down." Was my extremely composed (and witty, might I add) answer, accompanied by a wink.
See? I just alluded to the fact that I had given Chad a…
And Dani and Kevin realized it.
I am so totally the Sherlock/Nancy Drew of the sex century.
"Oh," Dani, for some reason, winked back. "I know how that is." This, in turn, caused Kevin and I to blush.
Why was it okay for me to say it, but overly TMI when Married Person said it?
"Drinks, anyone?" The three of us glanced at our waiter, who was looking at me. (Side note: Might I add…I was kind of pleased that he was. Cute. Blonde hair. Green eyes. A probable six pack under his uniform.)
While the Jonases rattled off their answers, I licked my lips, giving Green Eyes the once over.
I know. I thought that I thought that I was attracted to Chad before, but seriously, I was probably just high off of Aubree's chocolate bubbles.
Anyway.
"A six pack." So. Yeah.
Green Eyes finally turned to me, and that was my brilliant answer.
I flushed, feeling three pairs of eyes on me, and shook my head. "I mean, an, er, a Sprite." And you. Soaking wet.
Whatever.
Green Eyes grinned at me, and I attempted to give him my flirtiest smile back. Before I could let loose though, Chad took that moment to walk into the restaurant, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned, and a hickey on his neck.
I cringed.
He glared at Green Eyes, and Green Eyes glared at him.
Without saying another word, Chad was leaning down over me, and, suddenly, his lips were on mine.
"Hey, baby." He said, pulling away, and then giving me another peck on my cheek. I was just too paralyzed to move.
I mean, seriously, how should I have reacted?
"I'll have the most expensive champagne that you have in the place, man." Chad sat down, lazily draping one of his arms over me. I wanted to squeeze out of his grasp. "We have something to celebrate."
I glared at Chad, Dani giggled, and Kevin chuckled, and then we got our drinks, then dinner, and then dessert.
And I learned a few things about married couples.
They like to laugh a lot.
They tell corny jokes.
They hold hands, and share little kisses.
They feel each other up, with their feet, underneath the table.
…Or, they at least try to. The heels on Dani's boots are really, really sharp.
Lie one: I'm with Chad.
Lie two: I'm in love with Chad.
Lie three: Chad and I always had feelings for each other.
Lie four: I want to get married to/have babies with Chad.
Lie five: I have nice things to wear. (Side note: lie broken. Dani found out).
Lie six: I give Chad hickeys.
Lie seven: I give Chad boners. (Or would it be Choners?)
Lyrics: Lavigne, A; Gottwald, Z - Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne
A/N: I know. I'm the slowest updater out there. It's summer…and life's busy! Still though, thank you to everyone who is sticking with this story…alerting it/reading it/ and reviewing it. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
-Aly