Charming My Best Friend (Fated #2) Read Free Page A

“And did Aiden play along?”
    “Brilliantly,” I said, lifting my hands up. “He was all like remember
when I broke that guys jaw just for hurting your feelings and stuff like
that. I think Chuck was genuinely nervous.”
    “Good.”
    “I know.” I crossed one ankle over the other. “But we need to do
something.”
    “What can we do though? It’s just our word against his and he’s
our employer. Like if it was just a matter of one of us losing our job, maybe
we could swing it but-”
    “I get what you’re saying, and we need to be careful.”
    “Do you have any ideas?”
    “Besides letting Aiden kill him?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, besides murder of any kind.”
    “Well, I was thinking that even if we get out, he’ll just start
harassing the other girls, ya know? It won’t change anything or stop him.”
    “So what do you suggest?”
    I shrugged. “I haven’t figured that out yet, but in the
meantime, we need to make sure no one is left alone to close up with him
anymore.”
    “Right.”
    “Cause if he did something to you or one of the other girls… I
just can’t risk having that on my conscious.”
    “Totally.”
    “Though I’m hoping Aiden scared him enough to make a difference
today.”
    Fiona shook her head. “I am so sorry, Lucy. I feel terrible.”
    “Don’t, it’s my fault. I’m the one that insisted you go cause I
put deep dish ahead of my personal safety.”
    “I’m so glad Aiden showed up. He’s the best, huh?”
    I sighed. “He just might be, yeah.”
    “So did he just give you a ride home or-”
    “After I gave him a haircut.”
    “Nice one.”
    “He certainly thought so anyway. I’ve never seen anyone more
excited about getting shampooed in my life.”
    She laughed. “Really?”
    “Yeah, he said he was having a hard time not moaning and that it
was better than Christmas.”
    She rolled her eyes. “That is too funny. I suppose if you’ve
never gotten your hair washed by someone, it is kind of relaxing.”
    I pursed my lips.
    “Why are you blushing?”
    “No reason.”
    “Lucyyy.”
    “This is going to sound so stupid.”
    “What?”
    “I demand you forget I said it as soon as I tell you.”
    Fiona lifted three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
    “I thought you never made it past Brownie level?”
    “What do you want then? A pinky swear?”
    “That would be sufficient.”
    “Okay, I pinky swear,” she said, lifting a pinky in the air.
“Now tell me the stupid thing.”
    I took a deep breath. “When I was washing Aiden’s hair- how do I
say this-”
    “With words. C’mon already.”
    “It was kind of intense.”
    “Go on.”
    “Like normally it’s just part of the job, but washing his hair…”
    “What?”
    “I think I was kind of turned on by it.”
    “I’m not surprised.”
    “Really?”
    “Of course not,” Fiona said. “Aiden is super hot. I think any
woman would wet their panties if they were massaging either of his heads.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “I know you like to pretend he’s nothing special,” she said. “I
know you think you’re above that because you knew him back when he used to pick
his nose and eat it.”
    “He never did that.”
    She laughed. “It was just an example. You know what I mean.” She
took a small bite of her pizza and then covered her mouth while she kept
talking. “The point is, you may have brain washed your mind into thinking he’s
not delicious, but your body speaks a different language.”
    I bit my bottom lip.
    She swallowed. “Shit, just thinking about his lone dimple is
enough to get me wet, and he’s not even my type.”
    “Jesus.”
    “Just saying. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
    “No?”
    “So what if you got a little turned on? You’re only human. It’s
not like you tried to jump his bones.”
    “No,” I said. But the thought crossed my mind.
     

Chapter 4: Aiden
     
     
    I was so confused about the Chelsea situation I didn’t know what
to do, but staring at her while she slept