Page 20 of Love to Prove You Wrong

Justin crossed his arms over his chest. “Thisisa decent establishment, Diane. There’s no need to scold Addy. She’s not responsible for her guests’ actions, you know.”

Diane’s nostrils flared. “Mind your own business, Justin. And put some clothes on.”

“Or what?” he asked.

I held my breath. How on earth did he find the courage to talk to Diane like that? He hadn’t even blinked once during the entire ordeal.

“You listen to me very carefully, young man,” Diane said, her red fingernail pointed at him. “I don’t tolerate that kind of rudeness. Don’t you dare ever talk to me like that again.”

The vein on Diane’s forehead throbbed so hard I was afraid it was going to burst. She stomped away and slammed the front door shut, leaving the two of us speechless.

“What was that all about?” Carter asked, joining Justin and me in the lobby.

“I think Diane has gotten herself into some kind of pyramid scheme,” I said. “She tried to sell me a vacuum cleaner. Apparently, she’s got five hundred of them lying around.”

Justin laughed, but quickly stopped when I shot him an evil look. “This is not funny, Miller. What if she takes the wedding elsewhere?”

Carter put a hand on my arm. “She’s not going to do that. Where would she find a place to host a wedding on such short notice? Besides, her grandson wouldn’t agree. Don’t worry. Diane’s just trying to get back at you for not buying one of her vacuum cleaners.”

“You think?”

Carter nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And you,” I said, turning my attention to Justin again.

“What about me?”

“Was that really necessary? Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Justin arched an eyebrow. “I don’t let anyone tell me what to do. Especially not someone like Diane.”

I put my hand on my hip. “I don’t care. You can’t jeopardize my business. And would it kill you to put on some clothes?”

“Why? You don’t like my body?”

The way he wiggled his eyebrows while asking that question made me want to slap him. The arrogance of the guy was unbelievable. Every time I thought he wasn’t as bad as I gave him credit for, he found a way to blow it.

I scoffed. “Get a life, Justin. Not everyone is interested in your looks.”

I let my gaze wander to his naked chest for a moment, immediately regretting it. Seeing him like this made my body react in ways that were inappropriate to have about someone you hate.

“I’ll put a shirt on if you go out with me tomorrow,” he said.

My eyes grew wide. “You want to go on a date with me? Not in a million years.”

“Who said anything about going on a date? I need to get out and have some fun, but not alone. Being alone is boring. Consider it a favor, not a date.”

“This is the second favor you’ve asked of me, and they’ve both entailed me spending time with you. Don’t you have any friends you could ask? Or, let me guess, they’re all tired of you and you need new friends.”

He casually shrugged his shoulders as if I hadn’t just insulted him. “All of my friends live in L.A. Except for Asher, but he’s too busy planning his wedding.”

“Oh, I see. I’m the only person you can ask. Nice one.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that. I could ask anyone, but I want it to be you, okay?”

I bit my lip, trying to wrap my head around all of this. Why was Justin so set on going out with me when I obviously hated him? The guy sure loved torturing himself.

I let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I’ll accompany you.”

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