Page 148 of Holiday Hire

She wouldn't unless he left a door open.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Am I?

Don't be stupid like last time.

Alexander wouldn't do that to me.

I didn't think Lance would when we first got together either.

I stomp to the truck, yank open the door, and jump into the passenger seat. I slam the door hard, my rage growing.

How dare she?

Why was he even with her?

Does he really find her attractive when she's so bold and pushy?

The thought of them together makes me feel ill. More agonizing assumptions enter my mind.

If he was into her, how could he possibly be into me?

Why am I sayingwasinto her?

Maybe he's still into Cheyenne and only pretended to want her to leave?

The questions and doubts I didn't have before Cheyenne's appearance, spin faster and faster. I blink harder, willing myself not to cry.

Alexander gets into the driver's seat. "Pheebs?—"

"Don't!" I warn.

He claims, "You're not being fair."

I huff. "I'm not being fair? Your girlfriend interrupts our date, sits across from you, and holds your hand. And you sit there and let her!"

"I was as shocked as you were. I told her to leave. And I pulled my hand away! You saw me!" he argues.

I scoff. "Yeah, once you knew I was behind you."

"I thought I made it perfectly clear I'm no longer interested in her, nor do I want anything to do with her. I told her multiple times. You heard me. So I'm not sure how much clearer you want me to be," he states.

I seethe, "She was pretty clear she wants to take another ride on your stallion!"

His face turns red.

I add, "I'm pretty sure if you go back inside, she'll kindly spread her legs for you right in the booth."

He groans. "Come on, Phoebe."

"Oh, don't you dare act like I'm exaggerating! She wasn't taking no for an answer!"

"Yes, but I was. I was nothing but adamant I wanted nothing to do with her. Or did you conveniently miss that part?" He raises his eyebrows.

I keep my glare on him, annoyed with the entire situation. And I can't help wondering how he could be into me if he found her attractive enough to do everything I'm assuming they've done.

Alexander reaches for my thigh.

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