Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“You’re a prick,” Sierra accuses, pointing a finger at me. I lean back in the booth, bringing my leg up to rest my ankle on my other knee as Sutton, one of the servers and my sister’s friend, maneuvers around Sierra to drop off a couple of glasses of water.
“I’ll just…give you a minute?” she asks with a knowing grin. I nod.
“Nice to see you, too, Sierra.” I rub my thumb along Dum-Dum’s collarbone and Sierra’s eyes zero in on the movement before narrowing. No doubt feeling awkward, the girl next to me avoids eye contact, ditching her sucker in a napkin before reaching for the ice water in front of her.
“Can we talk?” Sierra clips out as she sizes up the girl I’ve got my arm around, trying to deduce whether she’s a threat or not. She’s not my typical type, but there’s no denying she’s hot. The kind of hot she couldn’t hide even if she tried, which I think she might be. Trying to hide, that is. Her clothes aren’t necessarily baggy, but they’re definitely not formfitting. She doesn’t appear to be wearing much makeup and her light brown hair is slightly wavy, coming to rest on top of two perfect tits. Sex hair. That’s what it looks like.
“Now’s not a good time. I’m trying to have lunch with my girlfriend.”
The girl next to me chokes at the word girlfriend and sets the glass back down on the table. “Sorry.” She pats her chest. “Went down the wrong pipe.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, but I flatten my lips to hide it.
“You have a girlfriend?” Sierra asks, arching a disbelieving brow.
“Yup.” I smirk.
Sierra crosses her arms, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us, and dammit. This chick’s uptight body language is a dead giveaway. “There’s no way. Not buying it.”
“I don’t really give a shit what you believe, but if you’ll excuse me, my girlfriend and I are trying to spend some time together before I have to leave.”
“Since when?” she presses, ignoring my blatant dismissal.
“It’s new.”
“Does your girlfriend know where you were a couple weeks ago?”
Well, fuck. I didn’t think she’d start an interrogation. But I’m nothing if not a quick thinker. “Like I said, it’s new. Really new.”
“So, you met her after hooking up with my sister, and now she’s your girlfriend? Is that right?”
“When you know, you know.” I shrug, and to my surprise, the girl next to me snorts out a laugh, and I catch a quick flash of her dimples before she schools her features.
“What’s her name?” Sierra asks, clearly losing patience.
Good question. I look over to my girlfriend for help, but she only stares back with an innocent, expecting expression, batting her eyelashes, waiting to see how I’ll answer that one. I send her a look in return that says I’m so glad this amuses you.
“Don’t be rude, Sierra. If you want to know her name, ask her.”
Sierra huffs, crossing her arms as she focuses her attention on the girl next to me. “Do you have a name?” she speaks slowly, enunciating each word as if she’s talking to a toddler or someone who doesn’t speak English. “Or did you guys not get that far? Usually the exchanging names part comes after the sex with this one.”
“It’s Allison,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “And he knows my name. Trust me.” She leans forward on her elbows for dramatic effect—her fingers toying with the tip of her straw—and lowers her voice. “He was yelling it. All. Night. Long.”
Holy fuck, I just got an instant semi.
Sierra’s nostrils flare and her gaze snaps back to me, but I’m still stuck staring at the girl next to me, suddenly seeing her in a whole new light, thanks to that comment. “I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull, but you wanna know what I do know?”
“Not really, but I feel like you’re about to tell us anyway,” I say, sounding bored as I twirl a lock of Allison’s hair between my fingers.
“Hooking up with my sister was a clear message, Jesse. You wanted to hurt me.”
Christ. This chick is delusional.
“And you know what that tells me?” she asks knowingly.
“Enlighten me.”
“It tells me that deep down, you still care. You still want me. So you can stop pretending with White Trash Barbie now.”
I’m speechless. Literally fucking speechless because she’s so far off base that I have no words. What kind of fucked-up girl logic is that? I didn’t even know she had a sister.
“Or maybe,” Allison chimes in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “just maybe it means that he doesn’t care about you enough to consider your feelings on the matter.”
Sierra’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t have a rebuttal to that.
“Or maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about,” she tacks on when no one else speaks. Sierra spins on her heels without a word, and then she’s gone.