Page 89 of How to Win the Girl

Hair down around my shoulders, I have just as much makeup on as I had on for my date with Drew—er, Drake—black mascara and lip oil make my mouth glossy.

I pucker.

Wait a few seconds before flushing the toilet.

Put soap and water on my hands to wash them because, hey—one can never be clean enough, and like I said, Drew’s bedroom is a bit of a mess.

I am not expecting to see Drake standing there when I finally pull the door open, his large frame filling his bedroom door as he leans, arms crossed.

“Oh, I’m sorry—I didn’t realize you were waiting.”

His head bobs. “It’s fine.”

He wants to say something. I can feel it as much as I can see it in his eyes, and the way he opens and closes his mouth.

“What?” I blurt out, wanting to hear it. “Am I in the way?”

I know damn well he doesn’t have to use the bathroom, and it looks like neither Drew or I are winning this bet, though he came closest.

“No, you’re good.”

Three-word answers.

Great.

I fiddle with the hemline of my shirt, more nervous than I should be. I am not the one who lied! What am I fidgety for, he should be the one afraid to make a move, not me!

“So. It was good to finally meet you,” I say at last. “Drew has said so much about you.”

His lips press together. “Oh, has he?”

It’s almost impossible for menotto narrow my eyes.

Considering he had no issues pulling this little stunt, he sure is reluctant to have a conversation with me. What did he think was going to happen? That his brother and I were going to meet by chance even though he’d orchestrated the entire thing, and he was just going to ignore me and my presence when I happened to be in their house? Did he actually think he could pretend he didn't know a bunch of random facts about me, or that we shared a kiss?

Did he actually think I wouldn’t notice the sexy gap is no longer between Drew’s middle teeth?

Honestly.

What a moron.

A devilishly handsome one.

And if he’s expecting me to spout off all the things he’s told me about himself while under the guise of Drew, he’s sadly mistaken. I could stand here awkwardly all night for this stare down contest we seem to be having.

All.

Night.

Long.

He doesn’t know that I know he was playing Drew—he also doesn’t know that his brother and I are conspiring against him. So what fun would it be for me to turn tail and run back to the bedroom?

Zero fun.

“I just want to thank you again for setting me up with your brother.” I reach out and run a finger down his bicep. “I never in a million years would have gone out with him after he pissed me off in class, then had the audacity to match with me on the dating app.” I giggle.

twenty-four

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