Page 12 of Obsessed with the Player

But he was already changing the subject. “Did you meet anyone new, then?”

“He introduced me to his friends, or at least Ithoughtthey were his friends. They were more decent than I expected.”

But I was pretty sure that at least half of them had slept with him.

Something that I shouldn't have cared about.

And I didn't.

Why would I?

“So you had fun?” Jon asked, trying not to look interested and hiding it poorly.

My stomach tightened. I gave him a look.

“I'm not having a crisis even if that's what my mother thinks, Jon, you don't need to handle me with gloves.”

“I'm just surprised that you actually went out with him. If you'd asked me one month ago if you'd ever spend time with Andy voluntarily, I would have said you’d rather poke one of your eyes out than do it. Unless you’re starting to hate him less?”

As if.

Even if my stomach still squirmed when I thought of last night.

Even if for some reason I didn’t want to tell Jonathan about sucking a lime out of Andy’s lips.

Nor about the effect his dark gaze had had on me.

Or the way I’d still been thinking about it when I finally went to sleep.

It was just all new, and I was trying to get used to it, that was all.

“For some reason that’s beyond my comprehension, Andy has decided to help me in my time of need,” I settled on. “Probably because he wants to see me suffer. But other than my gratitude for that, we’re still like cat and dog. We’ll never get along.”

“Did I tell you that my aunt has a cat and a dog that are as thick as thieves?” Jon asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I threw a fry at him, which he caught with his mouth. “Why, thank you, Andy’s new best friend.”

I groaned.

Andy and I were never going to get along.

Even if I could maybe learn to enjoy my time with him, especially since I had every intention of shutting his mouth and annoying him as much as possible.

Payback was due.

But that was all it was going to be.

I was going to take whatever wisdom he was willing to impart to me, get my feet under me, and find another place and job before two months were gone.

That was it.

I was definitely not going to fall for his player charms or think that there was any universe in which Andy and I didn’t hate each other.

I wasn’t.

5

Andy Jacobs

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