Page 71 of Get Undressed With Me

“Ugh, the worst.”

“She’s perfect for Gus.”

“Hey.” Brittany looked up at Min’s sharp tone of voice. “If Gus likes her more than you, then he can go fuck himself. I don’t care how nice she is, or how much good she’s doing in the world.”

“You have to say that because you’re my friend.”

“No, I get to say it because you’re my friend.”

Their food arrived then, saving Brittany from the overwhelming feeling engulfing her. Once the server left, Min got right back into it.

“I also find it interesting that of the three people there, you’re more worried she’s flirting with Gus than you are that she’s clearly dating your ex.”

That made Brittany pause. When she had first heard Robbie had cheated on her, the thought of him dating other women the entire time they were together had made her feral. But now, confronted in person with a woman he was clearly getting naked with or wanted to get naked with, she didn’t care. All that was running through her head was that woman’s hand on Gus’s arm, touching him like she was allowed, an arm that only hours earlier Brittany had fantasized about wrapping around her while she ground herself in Gus’s lap.

Brittany dropped her head in her hands with despair.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

Min gave her a sympathetic look. “Eating breakfast.”

“And then?”

“And then you’re going to go make sure that man knows he’s claimed.”

“Am I even allowed to claim him?”

“Brittany, I don’t know how you keep missing these cues, but from where I’m sitting, I think he desperately wants you to.”

Brittany finally took a bite of her food, thinking. Her options were to pretend that everything was fine, to play it all casual and not get mad when he looked at other completely perfect and gorgeous women. Or she had to tell him she wanted to try being together, and that meant other women can’t touch him.

She stood up suddenly, not sure what she was doing but knowing she needed a second alone.

“I need the bathroom.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just need a minute.”

She beat a hasty escape to one of the single-stall restrooms in the joint, breathing deeply as she paced the floor. It was only a moment before there was a knock at the door. She yelled, tired of all people everywhere.

“Occupied.”

“Brittany.”

She’d recognize that voice anywhere. She unlocked the door, opening it a few inches to stare up into Gus’s hard, unsmiling face.

“Let me in, killer.”

She stared at him a moment, and he let her, giving her that time to think, not rushing her until she finally pulled the door open the rest of the way and he stepped inside.

“What are you doing, Britt?”

“I’m in the bathroom. What do you think I’m doing?”

“Are you okay?”

Brittany looked away from him, leaning against the sink and crossing her arms.

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