Page 297 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“Brooklyn, literally everyone calls him Janitor Jimbo. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me. Don’t call him that.”
Felix held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I won’t call him that anymore.”
“Good.”
“Can we just rewind until a minute ago? I meant to say…Jim Sanders is your uncle? Oh, rightSanders. I should have put that together faster. Awesome. Now I know his profession and I’ll have something to talk to him about because I love fixing stuff too.”
It was really hard to be mad at him when he was smiling at me like that. And when he was trying so hard to make peace.
“I’m excited to meet him,” he added. “Come on. If we’re lucky you can give me a tour of your place before Kennedy gets there.
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“And that’s my bedroom.” I nodded toward the open door without walking toward it. The tour had taken all of two minutes.
“I never got to show you my bedroom,” Felix said and walked over to the open door. “Aren’t you going to finish the tour?”
I had no idea how my uncle would feel about a boy being in my room. But for some reason all I could think about was the fact that there was a huge box of condoms hiding in the top drawer of my nightstand. What if Felix saw them? “I mean…it’s just a normal bedroom.”
He leaned against the doorjamb. “Come here.” He reached his hand out.
I walked over to him, slipping my hand into his.
“Are you nervous to have me here?”
“I feel like this is a trick question.” My heart had started beating again, but not because I felt guilty. Felix had nailed it. He made me uneasy. Being alone with him made me uneasy. Him finding out about Matt made me uneasy.
“Not a trick question.” His eyes drifted to my lips. “You make me nervous, you know.”
“Imakeyounervous?”
“Rumor has it that the best way to squash nerves is to distract yourself.” He pulled on my hand, drawing me closer. “I can think of a few ways we can distract ourselves right now.”
“A few ways?”
“Well, one way in particular. After all, I think I promised you something.”
The kiss.The kiss I gave to someone else.
He leaned forward.
“Yay! Group hug!” Kennedy yelled and lunged at us, somehow wiggling between us, creating a Kennedy sandwich. “We should probably get some studying done, don’t you think?”
“The only class I have with Brooklyn is PE.”
“Awesome. That means you can do pushups while Brooklyn and I go over English notes.”
“Kennedy,” I said. “I actually need to start making the lasagna. Maybe you two could help with…” my voice trailed off when Kennedy dislodged herself from her attack hug. She was wearing…well, she was wearing barely anything at all. Because a miniskirt, a tight top that revealed her midriff and way too much cleavage, and a pair of heels didn’t count as clothing to me. And she’d applied a lot more eye makeup. Like the amount of eye makeup I’d seen some women on the corner down the street wearing.
I was still in my school uniform. Knee socks and Keds included.
“Oh how about a game?” Kennedy asked and looped her arms through either of ours, pulling us away from my bedroom. “Let’s play Twister.”
I hadn’t played Twister since elementary school. “I don’t have Twister.” Which was a relief. Because if Kennedy bent over she’d be mooning the entire apartment.
“Bummer. Okay, let’s do your dumb lasagna thing. Come on, Felix, I can show you how to thinly slice some mushrooms.” She pulled Felix away, leaving me alone in the living room.
