When The Wrong One Loves You Right

Who's Got the Action?

As I skipped down the steps I might have predicted what happened next. Phillip was out the door behind me, hot on my heels.

"Hey, I'll come with you."

"No," I answered over my shoulder, not looking at him.

"Hey, come on, Cam," he cajoled. "Holy shit...is that your new ride?"

I stopped and glanced at him, then back at my white Hummer. "Yes, so?" I answered tersely.

"Jesus Christ, Cameron, is this your compensation for not having a boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes. "You would think that."

I opened the driver's side door and climbed up into the jacked-up jeep. Phillip was already in, glancing over his shoulder at the back. "Got a lot room back there, Cam. You know what I'm thinking...?"

"I can just imagine," I answered, anticipating the direction of his thoughts. "I haven't owned it that long." I turned the ignition over and the V-10 roared to life. "Besides," I said as I glanced in the rearview mirror preparing to back up, "I'm an adult. I don't hook up with guys in my car."

 Phillip snorted with amusement as if he saw through my facade. "You're missing out, Cam. The joys of fogging up the windows...making a car rock..."

"Is that all you ever think about, Phillip?" I asked, my eyes resolutely on the road, hands on the steering wheel at ten and two. I was a dork, I knew it. I didn't care. "Besides, what would you know about it? You can hardly get up to anything in your tiny little two-seater Porsche."

Phillip grinned smugly. "I've never had any complaints."

My cheeks grew warm and my hands tightened on the wheel of the Hummer. I sighed, "I'm sure you haven't. It's probably over too soon."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him turn his head and stare at me. I smirked and had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I'd insulted him where it hurt.

He turned his body towards me. "Why don't we test that theory, Cam?" he asked.

I huffed in amusement and tried to ignore the jolt of arousal that shot down to my belly and all the way to my toes. "No, absolutely not. Not with you, never with you, Phillip."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Not a damn thing," I laughed. "Repulsed is more like it."

"So I'm still not your type?"

I drew in a deep breath and slowly shook my head. "Not even close."

"So what is your type? Obviously not studious and rabbinical since you and Boner aren't dating anymore." He glances at me when I remained silent. "Are you seeing anyone?"

It was a loaded question and I knew it. "Not at the moment," I said, highly annoyed. 

"Fucking anyone?"

My mouth dropped at his audacity. "No!" I gave him a dirty look. "Why the hell do you ask such invasive questions?"

Phillip was laughing. "Because your reactions are so atomic! Just like at your bat mitzvah..."

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh! Please stop right there! Don't remind me."

Phillip just laughed but his eyes stayed trained on me nearly the whole time. I glanced at him and couldn't help the little smile that came to my own lips, especially when I saw the bump in the middle of his nose where it had been broken. I felt a smug little hint of pride at that sight because I had been the one to break it. And he knew what I was thinking; the way his eyes narrowed when they met mine told me that.