Frenemies With Benefits (Geek To Chic Book 2) (7 page)

She lay down next to him on her back, turning her head his
way.
 
“Wimp.
 
I don’t know how many miles you did before we
started running together, but we only did twelve miles together.
 
I needed to do twenty today to keep on
track.
 
You and your wimpy legs are
putting me behind.”
 
She smirked.
 

“Fine, go finish your run. Leave me here to die.”
 
He said in his best imitation of a Hollywood dramatic
voice.
 

“Oh poor baby.” She lightly tapped his cheek with her warm
small hand.
 
“I didn’t mean to make your
old bones do so much work in one day.
 
I
will tell everyone you were simply too old and frail to keep up with a woman half
your size.
 
I will even make sure your
beloved nickname, Super Asshole, is on your tombstone.” Izzy tried very hard to
hold her serious face, but he saw the corners of her lips twitching.
 

“So now I am an old Viking?”
 
He smiled.
 

“Old yes, Viking not so much.”
 
She shrugged.
 

He lunged for her at that moment.
 
She shrieked as his hands fell to her sides,
tickling her relentlessly.
 
“Stop.
 
Stop.
 
I’m sorry, you’re not old.”
 
She
shrieked between gasps of laughs.
 

“Nope, not until you admit I am a Viking.”
 
Alex responded with his own laughter mixed
in.
 
He was enjoying this interaction
with her so much.
 
She was the carefree,
funny woman he had met so long ago.
 
All
hate for him evaporated.
 
Maybe it was
the runner’s high, or the fresh air but whatever it was he didn’t want the
moment to end.
 

“Stop.
 
Fine.
Fine.
 
You are a Viking.”
 
He paused in his tickle torture with her
whispered admission. She looked beautiful beneath him.
 
Her curly hair that was pulled back into a
ponytail was spread out on the grass behind her, with tendrils breaking free
all over.
 
Her brown eyes sparkled with
mischief behind her glasses and the sun lighting her face.
 
“Well…an old Viking anyway.”
 

Quickly she removed herself from underneath him and took
off running.
 
Giggling the entire
way.
 
Laughing as he got to his feet, he took
off after her.
 
Unfortunately, his legs
decided to seize up four steps into his pursuit of Izzy.
 
He tumbled forward, landing hard on his
knee.
 
“Shit!”

Izzy was immediately at his side, helping him up.
 
“Crap, are you ok?”
 
Her eyes large with concern.
 

“Fuck, my legs just seized up on me.
 
My left calf has the worst mother fucking
Charlie horse ever!”
 
He growled in
pain.
 

“You didn’t hydrate properly.
 
Come on, dumb ass let me help you to your
car.”
 
Izzy admonished him.
 

Ever so slowly she helped him to the parking lot and to
his SUV.
 
“No Porsche today?”
 
She asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“No, I prefer my Range Rover actually.
 
The Porsche just makes a better
statement.”
 
He winked.
 

She rolled her eyes and leaned him against his car.
 
“Whatever, S.A.
 
I have done my duty and helped your injured
ass to your car.
 
I am going to walk
home.
 
See ya around.”
 

Before she got more than a step from him he grabbed her
elbow.
 
“Let me take you to breakfast as
thanks?”
 
His voice sounded desperate
even to his own ears.
 

She stared at him, not blinking for a moment, before she
pulled her arm from his hand.
 
“I don’t
think that’s a good idea Alex.
 
I am
actually walking away from you not wanting to kill you today.
 
Let’s not ruin it with your mouth.”
 

“If I remember correctly, you love my mouth.” His eyes
looked directly at her mouth.
 
“Among
other body parts.”
 
He was so distracted
by her luscious lips, that he didn’t see the hand coming towards his head. Her
hand connected with the back of his head.
 
“Ouch!
 
What was that for?”
 
Now he looked at her eyes as he rubbed his
head.
 

“For ruining the first good day we have had together.”
 
A deflated Izzy walked away from him.
 

Stupid lower brain!
Alex wanted to go after her, to make it better.
 
Only he didn’t know how to fix what he said,
nor were his legs going to take him even a step further.
 
Sighing he pulled himself into his Range
Rover and shook his head at his own stupidity the entire way home.
 

Izzy looked around the
house, she had shared with Roni for almost seven years.
 
Everything they owned was now boxed, ready
for the movers to come.
 
Roni was moving
in with Derek.
 
A decision Izzy supports
one hundred percent.
 
Those two were
perfect for each other.
 
That knowledge
however, didn’t keep Izzy from feeling a little sad at the thought she was no
longer going to come home to this small house or her best friend.
 

Instead of coming home
to this brightly colored home, she would be living in a condo downtown.
 
Granted the condo would mean no yard work and
the building had a gym and a coffee house.
  
She would be living alone for the first time in her life.
 
Part of her was excited for the quiet time,
the other part thought she might be lonely.
 

A knock at the door
pulled her from her thoughts.
 
She looked
at the clock, it would appear the movers were a little early.
 
Good thing she and Roni had everything
packed.
 
Since Roni was out back, Izzy
went to get the door.
 
Her mood turned
even darker when she saw that instead of the movers standing at the door it was
Alex.
 

Of course the man
looked edible in his worn jeans and T-shirt.
 
Oh the things she wanted to do to him and have him do to her.
 
Izzy hated that her body heated every time he
was around. He smiled, giving her that smile that told her he knew exactly what
she was thinking.
 
Putting back on her
tough exterior, she walked away, leaving the door open for him.
 
“Roni, the Supreme Douche Bag is here for
you.”
 
She called out to her friend.

He pushed up against
her back, leaning in close to her ear.
 
“Actually, little Demon Pixie, I am here for you.”
 

The words were innocent
but the sexual laced tone he used made her body shiver.
 
In the great way a woman does when a gorgeous
man makes contact with her.
 
She caught
herself before she leaned back into his large chest.
 

“In that case, you can
go.
 
I don’t need anything from
you.”
 
Izzy spat.
 

Rubbing her arms with
his large warm hands, he continued his sensual assault on her.
 
With him this close she remembered how he
felt, how he tasted.
 
He whispered in her
ear again, this time she could feel his lips move as he spoke.
 
"That shiver that just ran through your
body tells me that you do need something from me."
 

The apex of Izzy's legs
was screaming for what he could give her.
 
She wanted to be sweaty and writhing under him.
 
She wanted to experience his mouth licking
and sucking her skin.
 
She wanted to do
every dirty thing that had passed through her mind in the last few months of
being near him.
 
She wanted...no she
wanted nothing from him.
 

"I already had
what you're selling mister, and let me tell you I think I can get better by
screwing the next random guy I see.
 
So
if you don't mind I have packing to do.”
 
She freed herself from his light grasp and his hypnotizing
whispers.
 
Walking straight to her room
without looking back.
 

Once safely tucked
behind her bedroom door, she leaned against the wood and prayed for the
strength to resist Alexander Porter.
 

~*~*~*~

“Alex what are you
doing here?”
 
Roni questioned him
suspiciously as she gave him a welcoming hug.
 

“Since Derek was
helping you get settled, I figured I would lend a hand to Izzy.”
 
Alex shrugged.
 
He had been trying to get Izzy alone with him
to finish their discussion since the welcome home party.
 
Unfortunately, other since he screwed up
after their fun together, she wanted nothing to do with him.
 

His texts and calls had
been met with a level of hostility usually saved for terrorists.
 
He had even learned a few new four letter
words.
 
He knew his chances of ever getting
her to forgive him were slim to none, yet, here he stood in her living room
ready to get slapped again.
 

Roni assessed him for a
moment. “Fine, but be nice to her.
 
Or I
won’t do that data analysis you need on the forecasts.”
 
She threatened, poking him in the chest with
each word.
 

He laughed.
 
“Um, Roni, I’m your boss you have to do that
analysis no matter how I behave outside the office.”

“True, but I don’t have
to present it for you.
 
So, be
nice!”
 
Her pale face scrunched into what
she must think was a threatening look but made her look constipated.
 

“Fine, I promise to be
nice.”
 

With one more
exasperated huff, she walked away.
 
Leaving him to go bother Izzy.
 
His favorite pass time.
 
He walked
to her bedroom door.
 
Walking right in
without knocking, because he knew it would get a reaction from her.
 
And right now he was dying for any type of
attention from her.
 

“What the fuck are you
doing in my room?
 
Did your mother only teach
Derek manners?” Izzy huffed at him.
 

He smiled, finally she
was acknowledging him again.
 
He walked
over and sat on the corner of her bed.
 
Bouncing a little to test the springs.
  
“Nice bed, pixie.”
 

“Glad you think so, but
this will be the only time you ever see my bed.”
 
She stood as far away from him as she possibly
could get without leaving the room.
 

“You’re being so mean
to me, and I am only here to help you settle into your new place.
 
Where are we moving you to anyway?” He
continued talking as though the look on her face didn’t give away that she was
plotting to murder him in a very creative way.
 
He would guess she even knew where and how she was going to hide his
body once the deed was done.
 

“Why?”

“Why what?” He leaned
forward and peeked into the box sitting at his feet.
 
His hand was immediately slapped away.
 

“Why do you want to
help me settle into my new place?”
 

“I’m a nice person,
helping a friend out comes with the territory.”
 
He tried to peak in the box again.
 
This time she snatched the box away.
 
“Is that your box of panties?”
 
He
wiggled his eyebrows at her.
 

She blushed.
 
“Ugh, you are such a pain.
 
I can settle in by myself.
 
Now, go away.” She set the box down.
 
Putting two rows of packaging tape over the
top.
 

“You didn’t answer the
question, where are
we
moving you
to?” He moved back and rested his head against the headboard, with his hands
behind his head, he stretched out on her bed.
 

She let out a heavy
breath.
 
“Since you have decided to be
such a dear friend all of a sudden.
 
I am
moving into the Spire building on 14
^th
Street.”

That had Alex’s
attention.
 
“Really, what floor?”
 

A few months ago Roni
and Izzy had lost a bet over a pool game, forcing Izzy to make dinner for him
at his home.
 
A night spent arguing over
everything except the big elephant in the room.
 
That night was the first time her had kissed her, since reuniting.
 
A kiss that proved the passion between them
was not left in Cabo.
 
A kiss that also
ended with him on the floor clutching his family jewels.
 
Yeah, he had misread that situation.

A few months later, he
sold his house because it was too big for only him.
 
He had purchased the penthouse in the Spire
building.
 
Sometimes he loved the way
destiny intervened.
 
The best part was
she had no idea she was moving into his building.
 

“9
^th
floor.”
 
She mumbled as she continued to tape the
boxes.
 

Five floors under his
own.
 
“Should I start taking these boxes
in the living room to make life easier for the movers?”
 

“Fine.
 
The boxes with the pink duct tape are
mine.
 
The ones with the yellow duct tape
are Roni’s.”
 
She was always so
organized.
 

He picked up a couple
of boxes, including the one with her panties in it, taking them into the living
room.
 
A shit eating grin on his
face.