My Hired Boyfriend (Completed)

24. Why You No Shimmy Jimmy?

24.

              “Ew Ew Ew, hands off each other you love birds,” I hear Addy say before waltzing into the kitchen.

            Coda rolls his eyes, dramatically withdrawing his hand from where it touched mine when handing me some OJ.

            “Oh the agony of seeing our hands brush, I apologize for our indecency,” Coda says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he takes a large bite out of his toast.

            Addy makes an ugly face at him and I choke on my OJ, laughing.

            “I mean seriously, what’s next? Feeling each other up in front of the children?” she continues, whirling around to reach for the coffee.

            “Please,” I scoff, reaching forward to grab Coda’s toast before taking a healthy bite.

            He glowers at me, snatching the toast back, the warning look in his eyes only making me want to laugh.

            “Unlike some people, I can keep my hands in check,” he retorts.

            Addy snorts, delicately sipping her coffee. “Yes well if I recall, your first meeting with her started with a lot of man-handling.”

            Coda throws me an accusing look and I throw my hands up. “Hey now, you know she’s right.”

            …But she doesn’t know the full story.

            “She attacked me. And she passed out on me. What was I supposed to do? Leave her there?” Coda says defensively.

            “You jumped into my car!” I yell in exhasperation.

            “And I’m pretty sure it’s the closest thing you’ve ever gotten to meeting the most handsomest guy in the world,” Coda tells me blandly, giving me a droll stare.

            “I don’t think you’ve seen Zak Henri,” I say lowly, fist pumping Addy.

            Coda looks at us in confusion, his face contorted in disgust. “Who the hell is he?”

            “Woah now, let’s not get jealous,” Addy cuts in, smacking Coda in the back of the head with her newspaper.

            Coda flinches, grinding his teeth together in annoyance. “Me? Jealous? Please, I am a sight to see.”

            Cocky much?

            Addy studies him in distaste, clearly displeased. “Yeah, I know. You’re still a conceited pig though.”

            “I feel so welcomed,” Coda, says under his breath before his phone goes off.

            ~*~

            “Okay, hand In his, hand at her waist,” the lady clucks, deftly placing my left hand in Coda’s right hand and his hand at the curve of my waist.

            I immediately feel myself going red as Coda’s gaze flickers to mine, the scowl evident.

            After receiving the phone call, Coda immediately stopped his playful manner, withdrawing into his hard shell of don’t-touch-me-or-I’ll-kill-you vibe.

            It was sort of amusing to see Addy freak out thinking she upset him but I quickly reassured her that he wasn’t upset at her.