Covering Ollie by Freya Barker & Operation Alpha

Author:Freya Barker & Operation Alpha [Barker, Freya & Alpha, Operation]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aces Press, LLC
Published: 2019-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

Ollie

Oh, Jesus.

I can’t believe I just propositioned Joe in his own kitchen.

Granted, I didn’t exactly ask him to boink me, but the implication was there—and apparently thick enough he had no trouble identifying it. From the way he grabs my hand and almost drags me into the living room, where Grace is slumped on the couch—snoring—it’s pretty obvious it’s too late to bluff my way out of this.

It’s not that I’m uncomfortable in my sexuality per se; it’s just that for the past eighteen years feelings have never played into that equation for me. Then there’s Joe, fuck, his feelings are conflicted already. What if he changes his mind again after—or God forbid—before? It’s not like I can go home, we’re forced roommates for the foreseeable future, and I’m not sure how well I can handle this close proximity if he storms out of the bedroom.

I really should’ve thought this out better, but my body is still buzzing with the high of our earlier make-out session. I’m an idiot.

“You’ll call me with your new number?” Grace asks from the front seat as Joe pulls into the Canyon Trail Residence parking lot.

“As soon as I have it,” I promise, reaching over the seat to give her shoulder a squeeze.

“I’ll pick her one up tomorrow,” Joe adds as he pulls up to the entrance.

“That’d be good. You keep my girl safe, you hear? She’s special.”

I swallow a lump hearing Grace talk about me like that. We have an interesting relationship that comes with a lot of friendly bickering, and I know she cares about us—about me—but she rarely says anything so…nice. Leaning over the console, I give her a peck on the cheek, which she tries to wave off, but I can tell from the tight line of her lips she’s trying not to smile.

“We’ll be in touch, okay, Grace?” Joe is getting out of the car and rounding the front to help Grace to the door.

“You’d better,” she grumbles, but at the same time her arthritis-riddled hand cups my cheek. “Be pissed if you make me wait too long.”

“I won’t,” I promise as her door opens and she steps out.

I watch Joe take her arm and lead her inside. She stops and turns to him, clearly imparting something important, since she’s poking a finger in his chest every other word. Looks like Joe is discovering what a handful she can be.

I love that woman to pieces.

My previous nerves return the moment Joe gets back behind the wheel and swings his head around.

“Good. You stayed back there. I forgot to mention that; the back windows are a darker tint so you’re harder to spot.”

“I figured that.”

He throws me a wink before turning back to the wheel and pulling out of the parking lot. Conversation is sporadic and by the time he turns onto our street my stomach is in knots. Driving into the garage, he hits the garage door opener, closing us in, but he doesn’t make a move to get out of the SUV.

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