Enemies with Benefits

Chapter Eleven

- Caleb -

"And I just don't get why he'd even ask, because clearly, I wasn't interested, you know? I was just sitting there, sipping my Cosmo and talking. Mostly about you."

"Hm," I nodded along, not caring to listen to Audrey. She'd been rattling on the entire time she'd been flanking me since she'd spotted me in the parking lot.

"So, he gets mad at me for saying no, so I said whatever and just danced with him. I didn't sleep with him or anything, though, I swear. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Yeah," I nodded again, looking at the garments on the rack in front of me. A strappy number caught my eye, and I picked it up with piqued interest. Black and lacy with little red bows where Rachel's nipples would be.

Fuck, she'd look hot as hell in this.

The nude photo she'd sent the night prior immediately plagued my mind, the damn tease. She knew what she was doing, and she looked mouthwatering in it. I reached into my pocket for my phone, needing another look for my own selfish mind, but Audrey's hand landed on my chest.

"Are you getting that for me, babe? It's hot. I can wear it for you tonight."

Frowning, I dropped my phone back into its resting place in the pocket of my slacks and glared down at her. "I'm not your babe."

Opening her mouth in offense, her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Setting the lingerie back on the rack, I lifted my hand to her wrist and held it tight. Movement in the corner of my eye grabbed my attention, and when I lifted my gaze, the woman that had run naked in my dreams all night was staring angrily back at me.

Of fucking course she's here now. Then again...if she's going to see other people, why can't I? I paused and looked down at the woman irritating me. Okay, not her though. She was a mistake.

I saw Rachel stomp away, leaving the store in a fit of dramatics. I rolled my eyes and pushed Audrey's hand away, much to her surprise. Her hands lifted and planted themselves onto her hips. "What in hell is wrong with you, Caleb? You've been a dick, acting all distant now."

"Have a good rest of your weekend, Ms. Pierce. I'll see you at work."

I ignored the scoff she let out and brushed past, setting the lingerie on the first counter I passed. Snapping my head around in every which direction, I found the brunette that was grating on my nerves—or rather, the ass of said brunette.

Damn.

Like a damn dog, I followed the perky globes as she walked away. Stomped, really. My hands itched at my sides, but it wasn't likely that she'd let me touch, much to my disappointment. When she turned for a narrow hallway leading to an emergency exit, I quickened into a light jog, catching her by the waist and spinning, fully ready to catch the open-palmed slap she tried to land on my cheek.

"Get the fuck off of me, Caleb!" Rachel fought against my hold, her cheeks flushed and red when I backed her up against the cinderblock wall.

"You know, you're walking impeccably well for someone who was supposedly getting fucked for hours last night. He must've been remiss in his duties."

"I—" she scoffed and growled, rolling her eyes and glaring up at me. "That's none of your goddamn business."

"It wasn't...until you sent me that picture last night. And the text where you actually invited me into this conversation. Funny. I never had you pegged for a threesome type of girl."

Her jaw clenched in anger, but her face flushed harder in seeming embarrassment. "You'd like to find out, wouldn't you?"

"Depends." I dipped my head closer and smirked when she sucked in a breath and her struggle against my hold ceased entirely. I let my lips dance on her collarbone. "If I had to watch another man fuck you? Watch him slide his cock into that tight, sweet little pussy and make you scream his name? I might end up in prison." When I nipped her shoulder and goosebumps arose on her skin, I grinned.