Page 58 of My Twin Sister's Extremely Famous and Incredibly Hot Neighbor

He laughs and opens his can of sparkling water. “I’m glad it’s me. If it were some other dude, I’d have a bruised ego right now.”

“Just a bruised ego?”

“No.” He takes a sip of his drink. “I think I’d have a major jealousy problem.”

Heat rises to my face, and I’m sure I’m blushing. I grab a carrot stick and dig into the hummus. I shove it in my mouth. “Mmm,” I say.

My phone vibrates, signaling a text has come through. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the message.

Hey, sis! Just wanted to let you know I scheduled a full body wax for you tomorrow morning. You’ll need it before the photo shoot.

I breathe in quickly and a piece of carrot goes into my lungs. I cough so hard I start hacking up a lung as Dustin pats my back like my Mom used to do when I choked on something.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod, still trying to cough enough to get out whatever leftover junk is in my lungs. “Wrong pipe,” I manage to say.

“I hate when that happens.” Dustin glances down at my phone. “Did you get bad news?”

When I finally get myself under control, I nod. “Something like that.”

I send a text back to my sister.

Full body wax? Why do I feel like you’re not telling me something. What do I have to wear during this photo shoot?

I wait for her text. Dustin opens the lid on his salad. “Everything okay?”

“I hope so,” I say, still staring at the phone. Jera’s not texting back, and my heart sinks to my toes. Finally, my phone vibrates again and her message appears.

You’ll be doing an ad for a razor.

It doesn’t escape my notice that she didn’t answer my question. I shoot a text back.

Wearing what? A swimsuit?

It takes a moment for her next text to come through. When it does, all the spit in my mouth dries up.

A towel.

CHAPTER31

Ichoke again, this time on my own spit. Dustin gives me a worried look. “What’s wrong?”

I cough for a moment before answering. “I just found out what I have to wear during my photo shoot.”

He raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“A towel.” I huff and roll my eyes. “Why does it have to be a towel? I’m reliving my earlier embarrassment.” I make a face and look at Jera’s upstairs window, the one I almost fell out of.

Dustin tries to hide a smile, but he doesn’t succeed very well. “You look great in a towel.” He stabs at his salad.

“I look embarrassed in a towel! How am I going to do a whole photo shoot in one?”

He chews his bite of salad before pointing his fork at me. “Wait, didn’t they tell you what you’d be wearing when you signed the contract with them?”

Shoot. Jera probably knew. I’m sure she agreed to it before she had the terrible bruising from her surgery. It only makes sense that she knew. I, on the other hand, was blindsided.

I don’t want to lie to Dustin anymore, though. I look down at my carrot sticks. “I agreed to do it verbally, and just found out the details.”

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