seven.
“Cool. So, this is m y girlfriend, Logan,” Jase said, beaming slightly. “Logan, this is Charlie – my ‘protector’ for all intents and purposes.”
I smiled. That was my word – protector. And Charlie was exactly that. He was huge – all big and muscly and assuming with really short blond hair. I couldn’t have picked anyone better to look out for Jase, and I was glad he’d finally broken down and hired someone. In the past he’d contracted out guys to guard him when he needed it, but in the past few months since Radio Riot and The Mulvaneys had done so well in the theaters, Jase’s popularity had risen tremendously, and it was hard for him to go anywhere without a bodyguard.
I’d learned that Charlie was his go-to guy whenever he went to New York, and when he was thinking of hiring a bodyguard, Charlie’s name was at the top of the list. I knew Jase felt better hiring someone he knew and trusted as opposed to taking his chances with an unknown guy, and Charlie had been more than amendable to move to L.A. for the job.
“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie,” I said, as I hugged Jase tighter.
I actually hated the idea of him needing protection, but there were crazy photographers and crazier fans, and in general, crazy people who could potentially hurt him, so I was grateful for Charlie.
“You too, Logan. Jase talked my ear off about you the whole way out he re,” he said, an almost-smirk creeping up on his face.
“Dude, not cool,” Jase chastised him playfully. Charlie just shrugged.
“You missed me, too,” I teased Jase, and he just smiled.
“Of course I did, ” he said and winked at me. Then he turned to Charlie. “Go on, man. I’m good here for tonight, but I think Logan and I are going to the beach tomorrow. She’s going to teach me to surf, so come back around ten?”
Charlie nodded. “I’ll be here.”
“Thanks, man,” Jase said, giving him one of those guy handshake/hug things.
I turned to Jase. “Come on inside. Let me show you where I grew up.”
He smiled down at me, and I immediately felt all gooey inside.
Chapter Two
Ethan
I closed my eyes and envisioned the girl on top of me with curly blond hair and blue eyes as I let her send me into oblivion. And when she did, it was Logan’s name on my lips, but I bit down on my tongue so I wouldn’t actually call out her name. Lizzy would be pissed is she knew I was thinking about Logan while we had sex. Sure, we were just friends with benefits, but I knew she’d take offense to me using her to work through my inappropriate crush on my best friend.
Lizzy collapsed on top of me, and I let her, as both of us tried to catch our breath. There was a reason I called her whenever things got to be too much and I needed a release. Being with her was nothing short of spec tacular. If only I was into her my life might not be so complicated.
It had been almost three months since I’d let Logan know how I felt about her, since I’d kissed her and she’d run. Then she’d chosen her movie star , douchebag boyfriend over me, and it not only pissed me off, but it was a complete blow to my ego. I was better looking than Jason Brady, I was more fun to be around, and I knew Logan better than he ever could. Hell, she’d been my best friend for over ten years. He’d known her for, what, four months? That was some bullshit.
Lizzy made a sound like a cat stretching and rolled off of me. Then she looked at me.
“You are amazing, Ethan. Thanks for calling me,” she said before she pecked me on the cheek once and hopped off of my bed.
She started to put her clothes on, and I was glad she was so cool about our arrangement. She never wanted to stay the night, which was totally good with me. I didn’t need anyone getting attached when I was so fucked up in the head.
When I’d initially told Logan how I felt about her, she told me she thought I didn’t really want to be with her, that I just wanted a