So. Long.: Bad Boy Next Door Read Online Free

you do that? I have to live next door to that man.”
    Her expression changes from contrite to excite in
one-point-oh-four seconds. “Did you see his pecs? And those tats? I bet all you
have to do is ask . Fucking ask, woman. I sure as hell would.”
    I drop my face into my palms and my ass onto my small sofa.
“Yes. How could I not see? I’ll never be able to un-see what I
saw through that knothole.”
    Adam is built like those statues you see at the art museum,
and tribal tattoos cover him from shoulders to wrists. Spiky, twisty designs in
dark, bold strokes, tempered by shades of blue, like clouds floating behind
them.
    Leigh falls onto the cushion beside me. “Told you he was
probably totally hot. He’s more than hot, girly…he’s fucking—I don’t even know—nuclear
and shit.”
    I shake my head. “And shit . He eavesdrops on my
conversations. And his face is covered with hair. And—”
    “And. So. The. Fuck. What? You aren’t making love to his
face. That body . My friend, you’d better get some of that before it
disappears, because that man is not going to be single for long. I mean, if he’s single now.”
    I peek through my fingers at her lascivious expression. “He’d
better be single, making offers like that .”
    She lifts one shoulder and drops it. “Eh. Some guys…”
    “Well, I was married to a cheater. I’m not going to start seeing
one. If he’d cheat on his girlfriend, he’d cheat on me.”
    “Who says you have to start seeing him? Why not just
fuck him? Save yourself the emotional baggage and concentrate on having some fun.
It’ll free you and give you something to write about.”
    I flop backward and sink into the sofa, letting out a huge
breath. “You think?”
    The possibility dangles in front of me like a donut on a
stick, tempting and sweet, to be snatched and enjoyed.
    I grin. “I guess—I could .”
    She turns, pulling her leg up, her pointy knee poking into
my hip bone. “You should . If nothing else, call him on his bluff. If
he’s too chicken-shit to stand behind his words, then screw him. But—and this
is the best part—you might get to play on your very own Jungle Jim and actually fuck him.”
    “He said his name is Adam.”
    She squints one eye. “Nah. I like Jungle Jim better.”
    With a roll of my eyes, I push up off the couch. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Yes!” She pulls a fistful of air to her side. “And I expect
a full report.”
    “Should I fill out a satisfaction questionnaire?”
    Her eyes light up. “Oh, we should so create one of
those. It could have questions like Rate your lover’s thrust depth, on a
scale of one to ten. One equals Is it in yet? Ten being Beyond my
belly button. ”
    A giggle bubbles up from my chest. I can never stay mad at
Leigh. She’s too full of spunk and life, and that keeps me going, especially
when all I really want is to roll into a ball on the floor of my closet and
die.
    “ Rate your lover’s bedside manner—is he neat and tidy or
wild and ravenous? ” Leigh’s fun is interrupted by ringing.
    “Oh, that’s Pat.” I pull my phone from my pocket. “Hey, how
are you? Everything okay?”
    My ex-mother-in-law clears her throat. “Hey, Kelsey.
Everything’s fine. She’s been having a ball. I wanted to check with you to make
sure you don’t mind if I take Clarissa to the water park. We’ll have James with
us, and he said he’ll take her around to the slides.”
    A shaft of fear stabs through the pit of my stomach—Clarissa
at a water park, with hundreds of people milling around? Every opportunity for
her to get lost or someone taking her or worse. I shudder.
    I shake it off and suck in a deep breath.
    Her cousin has always been sweet with her. “James doesn’t
mind? I mean, he’s not going to get tired of having a three-year-old tag along?
    “He’s looking forward to it.”
    “Is Matt going too?”
    “I did ask, but Matt said he’s busy—with that girl .”
    That girl . My heart shudders at