Page 52 of Drawn to You

“No, you’re very pretty. It’s just that there’s someone else I’m into.”

She arches her brows, looking hopeful again. “I said I’d do a threesome.”

I can’t help laughing as I imagine pitching that idea to Josie. “Uh, she wouldn’t go for that.”

Abigail recoils. “So you think I’m a slut for liking threesomes?”

I look around, feeling like I’m being punk’d or something. “I didn’t say that.”

She sneers. “You didn’t have to. You made it clear that your preciousgirlfriend”--she air-quotes the word--“thinks she’s too good for threesomes.”

I put my hands up in mock surrender. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You’re an asshole!”

She throws her lemonade at me and slides out of the booth, then stomps out of the deli. People are looking at me, a couple of them recording with camera phones.

Awesome. This PR fail, for once, was not my fault.

I leave cash on the table and get up, lemonade dripping from my shirt onto the floor as I walk out. Once outside, I text Josie.

Dane: That didn’t go well.

Josie: WTF?? How could it have been any easier? You make small talk over sandwiches and leave.

Dane: She wanted anal.

Josie: OMG. I am deceased...

Dane: You may see videos online of her throwing her drink on me.

Josie: Shit. I’ll start damage control.

Dane: This is what you get for asking me to go out on a date with someone else...j/s

Josie: My fault for assuming you could calmly cornhole her and move on with your life I guess...

Dane: Not funny

Josie: Are you going to the arena?

Dane: Yes.

Josie: Meet you there.

Dane: Bring me a meatball sub?

Josie: Okay. Don’t talk to any reporters.

Dane: Ok boss. Wear my jersey.

Josie: I might.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Josie

Big hands move downmy body, cupping my breasts and making me gasp. They reach my stomach, a thumb lightly dipping into my belly button before continuing down. I can’t see a face, but I know it’s Dane. Only he could make me feel this way.

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