Page 27 of Perfect Score

In my peripheral vision, I notice Liam watching us from the bar.

Operation Make Liam Jealous turns out to be immediately effective.

I’ve lost Zoey before, more than once, and I recognize that look on Liam’s face. It’s the same one I had when I realized what I'd lost.

“Are you ready to head upstairs?” I ask her.

She watches Phoebe head back to the bar with David and then she nods.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Zoey

I slide my card into the door lock and push through the heavy door to the honeymoon suite. The entry is large with a circular table and a huge bouquet of flowers in the middle.

I step farther in and hold the door open for Brent to pull in the cart behind him. Once he’s inside, I walk past the foyer table to find a room as large as my tiny apartment in Seattle.

The room takes my breath away. It’s so beautiful.

Whites and creams of varying shades make up the color palette. A huge king-size four-post bed sits against the far wall, with layers of soft fabrics and dozens of pillows. It looks good enough to jump in and take a nap.

Matching drapes over the windows soften the entire feel of this room.

A ruched, cushioned couch and a coffee table sit under the large window. I walk over, drop my purse on the couch, and then walk over to the bed to run my fingers over the creamy-colored duvet.

This is a gorgeous honeymoon suite, and it feels completely wasted on Brent and me. I could imagine how nice this room would be to spend your first night as husband and wife—an experience I was robbed of.

Brent unpacks the luggage off the cart in record time and then pushes it back toward the door.

“I’ll take that down while you shower,” he says, then walks over to the bathroom to peek inside. “The jetted tub for two looks nice.” He sends a smirk over his shoulder at me, and I blush a little.

I’m pretty sure he’s teasing, but with my sex-starved brain and only one king-sized bed happening here, it’s hard not to think about sexual urges.

Besides, sex with Brent is trouble and the only reason I'm letting him this close to me this weekend is to prove to my ex that he made a mistake and to make him want me back. Even though he’s currently downstairs at the bar with his fiancée.

“Too bad it will only be for one,” I tell him.

I turn and take steps back toward the door, stopping right before he passes me.

“The jetted tub will be very disappointed to hear that.” He smiles and then continues to his destination.

Between the way that Brent claimed me as his girlfriend downstairs and that leg-weakening smile that he’s honed since our days together in high school, I have to stop myself from thinking about what could happen between two consenting adults in the dark.

I shake off the thought. One night with Brent Tomlin isn't worth making a mistake with him and berating myself about it for the rest of my life.

Getting together with Brent isn’t the goal… showing Liam what he gave up is.

“Need anything from downstairs?” he asks, pushing the cart toward the door to exit our room.

“No. I’m good.”

Brent nods. “See you in a minute.”

He opens the door and pulls the cart out with him as he goes.

The second the door clicks shut, I jump on the bed, flat on my back like a starfish. The fabric is even softer than it looks, and I could just fall asleep here.

There's a part of me that doesn’t want to get ready and go back downstairs to face the reality of Liam and Shelby.

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