Page 89 of Girls Will Be Girls
I don’t even care anymore.
He’s hot.
I know it, he knows it. I might as well enjoy it.
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MUST WE, REALLY, WITH THE "UGH, AS IF!” MOMENTS
Evelyn:
Boy was I smart to hire you
Louisa:
So humble too
Evelyn:
I can’t help it if it’s true…
A light knockon the back door makes me shoot up from the couch where I’ve been typing up notes from today in a completely horizontal position. I’ve been imitating a T-rex with tiny arms held over the keyboard on my chest, trying my best not to drift into writing about my favorite thing about today’s activity, which was obviously a sexy shirtless man.
I’ve evidently thought about him so much that, just through the power of my mind, I’ve made him appear in front of me.
He gestures in the cutest, coyest way for me to come to the door. His hands in his shorts pockets, his head flicking to the side, a beautiful grin on his lips.
I swing myself off the couch and walk over to slide the door open.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hey there.” He leans against the open door frame, towering over me.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” I ask.
He nods, still grinning. “I was, and now I need a break.” He takes one step back. “Hot tub?”
A laugh falls out of me. “Did you forget our rule?”
“Your rule.” He corrects. “And didn’t say I’d be getting in.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “So you just want to watch me get in?”
He rocks on his heels, hands still in his pockets, looking completely adorable. “When you say it like that, it sounds creepy.”
“And it’s not creepy?”
“No.” He smiles. “Just figured you’d be sore from today, so you can soak independently while still talking to me.”
I stick him with a stare, but in reality, I’m basking in it. Either he is super thoughtful, he wants to see me in a bikini, or he just wants an excuse to hang out with me, or maybe all of the above. I’m hoping for all of the above.
This boy is killing me.
“Fine,” I say finally. “But only because I’m achy.”
He grins, knowing I’m full of shit. “Of course.”
We both retreat to our own sides for a moment, and with my trusty lilac two-piece giving me some much-needed confidence — and some welcome sex appeal — I dip into the hot tub. The water is bubbling and the string lights have been turned on above, but there’s no sign of Lou.
