Page 68 of The Suit

“No, so I want to hear every salacious detail.”

I snorted hard. “It won’t take long.”

She sat back in silence, giving me the floor for the juicy gossip, and even though I’d known her less than an hour, I had no doubt this was something she’d picked up from the boys. Whatever they wanted they got, no matter how long they had to wait for it.

“Rafe and I were in law school together; did you know that?”

“No. Seriously I know nothing. We didn’t even know you were going to be here until we arrived and Rafe told us when we were walking in.”

God. Even though this weekend with me hadn’t been planned in any way, I’d have thought he’d at least given them the heads up seeing as he was so insistent I stay. No wonder Murray seemed pissed.

She leaned forward and patted my hand, “Don’t think anything of it; he’s clearly been very distracted. Continue.”

“We hated each other. Hate. Hated. I don’t know.”

She put her glass down carefully, her eyes squinting even though she was wearing sunglasses.

"What? What does that mean?”

“We were rivals at school. More than rivals. We made each other’s lives incredibly difficult. Competed for everything, every single grade imaginable.”

Her eyes widened into not just saucers, dinner plates. “Seriously?”

I nodded, my smile widening to match her eyes, because on some level – somewhere – it was completely ridiculous and childish. “Yes.”

“But Rafe literally gives zero shits about anything. I’ve never even seen him frown, he’s so icy cool.”

Now the surprise was all mine. “Rafe? No. That’s not possible.”

“I haven’t known them that long, but the Rafe I know doesn’t even speak that much. He tends to observe from the sidelines. He doesn’t gossip like Penn, doesn’t get caught up in the drama, all I ever see him do is dote on Bell.”

My head fell back and I laughed until my sides ached, just as I had last night. “When I was at Rafe’s apartment last week, I found a dart board with my face on it. He said the boys had it made for him, even the little darts had my face on them, and along the edges, the words‘I will not let Beulah Holmes fuck with me,’were engraved.”

While I wasn’t keen on the dart board, I had enjoyed the inscription because it meant I got under his skin as much as he got under mine. And that made me unbelievably happy.

Kit’s mouth formed a perfect O.

“I don’t even know what to say to that news! But when did you stop hating each other?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long ago did you call a truce? It’s quite romantic actually, enemies to lovers, get together and…”

I held my hand up to stop her mid-sentence. “We haven’t called a truce. We aren’t together.”

She stared at me in a way that made me utterly self-conscious to the point I thought I might have something on my face.

“I hate to break it to you, Beulah, but you’re here.Here.” She whirled her finger round in the air. “If you haven’t called a truce and you aren’t together, then something is going on. This is a sacred weekend for the boys, that tells me everything I need to know. Plus, there’s the way he looks at you.”

“What does that mean?” I scoffed, my brain already beginning to throb from the pressure of this conversation.

“This morning in the kitchen, like he’d have been quite happy to kick us all out and spend the entire weekend naked,” she cackled.

The heavy throbbing left my brain and shot down to my pussy at the thought of an entire naked weekend with Rafe. Given it was a small miracle I could even walk after last night, I was surprised at how eager she was for a repeat performance. Actually, no, that was fundamentally untrue. I wanted a repeat performance more than I wanted my next breath.

“It’s just sex.”

“If you believe that, then it’s a good job I went to Columbia seeing as the intelligence levels are clearly sub-par at Harvard,” she shot back with a teasing twinkle in her eye, that no one had ever offered me before. Except maybe Rafe.

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