Robin

As I walk inside of the coffee shop, August comes jogging behind me. I can tell he has just gotten off of basketball practice since he usually did around this time.

"Hey, pretty lady." He greets me, still breathing heavily.

I face him and make sure my hand is near his balls. "Don't ever call me that again in your life or I swear your balls are mine."

He smiles, "Oh trust me, they're yours already, baby."

I roll my eyes and continue walking between the tables. "Where do you want to sit?"

"Between your legs."

I pick a table for us and he sits across from me. I pick up a menu and look at it as I speak. "What do you want to eat? Make it snappy, I've got a meeting in about an hour."

He leans forward, "You."

I glance at his lips and when he smiles, I avert my eyes and clear my throat. "Okay, we need to focus. We are here to formulate a plan that we will do this whole enemies with benefits by. I will go over the rules."

That stupid smile remains on his face as he nods. "Whatever you say, baby."

"Rule number one: we don't interfere with each other's personal lives whatsoever. I don't like you, you don't like me, so there is absolutely no need to. Got that?"

"I completely understand, gorgeous."

"Rule number two: Don't tell anyone. I'd like to keep this quiet, as not everyone needs to know. Alright?"

He licks his lips. "Of course, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes and lean forward. "Okay, would you stop that? We're not having sex in the bathroom today. This is simply to discuss the details, August."

He groans and lays his head back on his seat. "Fuck. I was really looking forward to hearing you moan my name today, Robin."

I check my watch and see a message saying the meeting was starting earlier than usual. I sigh and pull my phone out.

"Give me your number."

He laughs, "Look, we're fuck buddies but I'm not really looking for a relationship right n-"

"Give me your goddamn number, August."

"You know, it's hot when you yell at me while we're fucking. But when we're not, it's still annoying." He responds, taking his phone out of his pocket and tossing it on the table.

I turn it on and glance up at him. "Password?"

"One-three-five-eight."

My head lifts up quickly in shock. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. What the hell is wrong with t-"

"That's my password!"

"How was I supposed to know that was your password!"

I shake my head and convince myself it's a coincidence. I hand him my phone to add his number and when he turns it on, he laughs.

"Why the fuck is your lock screen black?"

I shrug, "I didn't know what else to use. Shut up."

He gets up to use the restroom and while he is gone, I add my number to his phone. Once I'm done, he returns.

"Here." August says, sitting down and tossing me my phone back.

I hand him his before turning my phone on. I gasp loudly, seeing his dick as my lock screen. I immediately turn it off and look at him in anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

"What? You told me to."

I ball my fists, resisting the urge to bang his head on the table. "No I did not."

"Yes, you did. You said, 'I didn't know what else to use.' So I read between the lines. We're using each other and you were giving me those 'Fuck Me' eyes. You're welcome, by the way. "

I pick up the nearest item, a garlic bread, and begin hitting his head with it. He picks one and hits me back. I grab two and hit his cheeks with them, which makes him lose his attention on his bread and drop them.

I drop my bread as well and dust myself off. He leans forward, "If I had a dollar for every time the thought of running you over with a car crossed my mind, I'd be a goddamn millionaire."

"And if I had a dollar for everytime, I've come close to slitting your throat, I'd be a billionaire."

He holds his middle finger up at me and I match his actions. Exhaling a deep breath, I get back to the reason we're here.

"Okay, we need a phrase to message each other when we meet up. Something short."

"Feed the kitty."

"No."

"Butter the biscuit."

"No."

"Milk the cow."

"Gross. What about there's a snake in my boot?"

I've always wanted to use that phrase for something and now is finally my time.

"What? Hell n-"

"Awesome, it's settled." I stand up and he follows my actions.

As I place a tip on the table, August does the same and we accidentally touch hands. I look up at him and he stares back with an unfamiliar expression.

I quickly clear my throat, "Stop touching me, perv."

He backs away, "Right yeah, what the fuck was that? Weird."

I nod, "Very weird. Bye."

I start to walk away and realize what I have said. August notices as well and frowns. "Did you just say bye to me?"

"It never happened."

"You literally just said bye to me what is wrong with y-"

I kick his leg. "It never happened." I whisper as we reach the door.

He points to something behind me. "What's that?" I turn around in curiosity and frown when I see nothing. As soon as I turn around, I am met with the stench of August's arm-pits.

"Just got out of practice, too." He says, pushing his arm closer.

I push his arm away from me, gagging at the smell. "I hate you and I hate my body even more for wanting you. You useless, waste of a man."

As we step outside, he holds his hand out. "Enemies with benefits."

I shake his hand. "Enemies with benefits."

I start to walk away and he goes the opposite way to me. I take a cab to work, arriving five minutes before the meeting started.

The next two weeks pass by in a blur. With this month being the busiest time of the year for Davis and Co, I was lucky if I went home. On top of that, planning Marie and Damien's wedding has been a hassle. I haven't had any time to get back on that and the only way I've been able to cope with it all is emotional baking.

The enemies-with-benefits thing with August hasn't begun either. Every time I think I have time, I get another person walking inside of my office. The sexual frustration was killing me.

I spot August, Marie and Damien, sitting at one of the tables in the far back of the restaurant, and make my way over. As soon as I spot August, he leans back in his seat and licks his lips. His eyes run down my dress and he adjusts himself a bit.

I glance at the suit he is wearing as I sit next to Marie. A flashback of that night in Los Angeles comes to my head, and I try to shake it off.

"Hey!" Marie says, pulling me in for a short hug and Damien nods to me as a greeting.

"Hey, how've you been?" I ask, looking at the menu to avoid August's intoxicating gaze.

"I've been great! Just got a promotion, actually!"

I gasp, "What! Why didn't you tell me?"

"We'll you've been so busy, you know. Besides, I wanted to tell you in person!" She cheers.

"I'm hungry." August says suddenly and I look up to already see him staring at me.

"Order something then, man." Damien replies.

August shakes his head. "Nah, I'm in the mood for something else."

"Like what?"

He smirks. "You can't make it. It's one of a kind, actually."

I take my phone out of my pocket and motion for August to do the same. I go to his contact and close my eyes before sending the phrase.

There's a snake in my boot.