Her front door swung open abruptly, two people came out onto her front porch, and since one of them was Judy, I ducked behind an evergreen bush in the front yard of the Lowe house.
I wasn’t so much trying to spy on her as I was hoping to avoid being seen. Our last interaction hadn’t gone so well, and I was sure I’d run my mouth if we spoke again. Plus, she hadn’t made the connection I was one of Preston’s friends, and I wanted to keep it that way. If she put it together, she’d find new ways to take it out on the Woodsons.
The man she’d come outside with didn’t look any older than I was. He was broad shouldered, with big biceps and a shirt so tight it was almost laughable. He was a total bro, and I wasn’t basing that just on his appearance.
I recognized the guy.
He’d been in one of my advertising classes last semester. What was his name? Parker? I couldn’t remember, but I was sure he belonged to Pi Kappa Alpha.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” he lobbed toward Judy as he strolled toward his car. He paired it with a huge grin, causing Judy to scowl and glance around to check if anyone had heard him.
What the hell?
She stood on her porch watching him as he got into his car and pulled away, and the way she looked at him as he drove off . . . it seemed like she was missing him already.
Holy shit.
Was she fucking this guy? Because if so, that would be really fucking rich. Parker was half her age. She’d gone after Dr. Lowe, telling him his relationship with Cassidy was inappropriate because she was too young for him. She’d given her neighbor Erika a hard time for dating Troy because of the age gap between them, but if Judy was getting it on with Parker . . .
What a fucking hypocrite.
TWENTY-TWO
Madison
Once Colin and I started dating, the summer seemed to move at light speed. It was like it had barely started, and it was already coming to an end. There were three weeks left before the fall semester would start, and then fifteen credit hours were all that stood between me and graduation.
I finished dividing up all the chicken I’d roasted in the oven, filling the containers laid out in front of me on the kitchen counter. Colin’s meal prep containers were plastic, and it was hard to get the lids to snap into place. That was the only thing I didn’t like about the arrangement.
I enjoyed cooking, and since I was doing meal prep anyway, it wasn’t hard to make extra for him. He paid for his share and was super grateful, and in exchange, he was training me. This helped me stick to a schedule, and I didn’t struggle with motivation when I knew I was going to see my boyfriend shirtless every day.
It was a total win-win. I enjoyed planning our menus as much as he did planning our workouts, and we both loved getting to spend time together.
It was funny that I’d been so nervous to date him. Everything was clicking for us these days. We didn’t always film together, but most of our scenes were with each other. If one of us had a different partner, as soon as the scene was over, we’d race to tell the other about it, or go down to the editing bay to watch the footage.
Fuck, it was so hot.
We’d shot a scene earlier this week that played off it. I’d fucked Jaquan in front of Colin after he’d encouraged it on screen. As he watched, he jerked off, enjoying being a cuckold.
Just the memory of it made me shiver.
I had to push down the lust swelling inside me and focused on sealing the last of the containers. Colin would be here any minute, and then we’d walk across the back yard to the pool house and begin our workout. He wouldn’t let me distract him, either.
I knew because I’d tried multiple times.
But my boyfriend’s self-control was rock solid in that department. He’d only let me get naked after his training sessions were over, and then he’d reward me for being a good girl, or he’d show me just how much he appreciated what I did for him.
We’d banked quite a few extra videos for Petal Productions too.
The door to the garage slammed shut, hurried footsteps rang out, and a very sweaty Colin appeared, wearing regular clothes and carrying his backpack. “Hey. My class ran long.”
He wiped a hand over his forehead, stopping the sweat from running into his eyes. Walking up the Woodsons’ steep driveway was hard; I could only imagine what biking up it was like, especially today since it was triple digits.
“No problem,” I said. “I’m just finishing up.” I stacked the containers on top of each other, picked them up, and as I moved toward the fridge, he came over and pulled the door open for me. “Any sign of Parker when you went by Judy’s?”