Page 10 of Taming Drew

Ha. Loser.“Aren’t you supposed to have fast hands?”

“I have a concussion. Picking on the guy with a concussion is just mean.”

I put my hand on my hip. “Mean? You want to talk about mean, see yourself in the damn mirror and reflect on the words you and your cronies said to me. Then we can talk mean.”

He cringes.

I walk into the bathroom and grab the pain medication off the counter. I fill the cup with water and take it back into the room. “Take these.”

He pops the pills in his mouth and swallows the water, handing me the cup like I’m a maid. I set it on the table and swing my head in irritation, not sure if I’m more annoyed with him, this situation, or my reaction to it.

“Get some rest, and I’ll feed you later.” I point at the bed. “Sleep well.” I walk out, pulling the door to a slight crack.

Wow, check out these digs. I waltz down the hallway, into the foyer. Why does a single man need this much space? I glance down the hall in front of me. Four bedrooms. Turning to the right, there’s an empty dining room and a living room with three gaming systems and a massive sectional.

I parade into the kitchen like I own it, stopping at the doorway and gaping. “Oh my God, this kitchen is phenomenal! That’s a Subzero fridge and freezer matching set. Does he need to eat that much food? Jeez.” My eyes catch the gleaming double oven and stove. I doubt he’s even used that stove. I cock my head. The cleanliness of this kitchen is additional proof he has a spectacular maid.I’ll bet she does him, too. Ooh, Chloe. You’re just being a bitch.

I walk over and open the fridge to find beer and orange juice on a shelf. I open the middle drawer under the third shelf with sauce packets up the wazoo. Sniffing. At least it’s clean. I hope he pays his maid a lot of money; she deserves it. I crack open the freezer to unveil two bottles of vodka and an ice bucket.That’s it? How does a grown man live without fresh food?

I grab the phone out of my purse and hit redial.

“Lily Campbell.”

“Hey, Lily. How’s Phoebe?”

“She’s got a pretty awful cold, so she won’t be making it to the party.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s up? How’s Andy?”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t realize Andy was Drew.”

“Oh?” The quiet, awkward pause Lily uses to control conversations always makes me uneasy. “Do you know Drew?”

Don’t over share, Chloe.I take a breath. “Yeah. We went to high school together.”

Lily sucks in a breath. “Ooh. There’s a story there.”

“Like the Andy story. We’ll share. But for right now, he has no groceries, so how do I get some?”

“Text me what you need, and I’ll have an intern deliver it.”

Texting my list to Lily, I glance at the various menus on the refrigerator.This Indian menu has potential.Someone has starred various dishes.Did Drew mark these and are they things he wants or hates? Life’s a bitch.I dial the number on the menu and order three of the starred items and two of my own. I flick my wrist. “Twenty minutes.” I cast my eyes around the kitchen, mumbling to myself again. “Water, orange juice or booze.” How does someone live like this? I glance at my watch as I bite my lip.Do I open the door for the person to bring the food? Or do they have a key? Decisions, decisions.I wait by the door for the groceries and the food. “I just want to get out of here tomorrow and enjoy a nice quiet weekend while Freya has fun at the Campbell ranch.”

CHAPTERFOUR

CHLOE

CHLOE

I’m playing a game on my phone, and a knock at the door startles me. I open the door to a large man with two bags in his hands and a cup holder with two Styrofoam cups.

“This is for Mr. King.” He looks me up and down. “Where is he?”

“He’s busy.” I reach out to take the drinks and the two bags. “Thank you. Do you get a tip?”

“No. Enjoy.” He chuckles as I pull the door closed.

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