Page 91 of Breaking the Rules
"And you?"
"We talked about this whole quid pro quo thing."
The light turns green. I press the gas. Focus on the road.
"Have you always slept around?" she asks.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Huh?" I turn to face her, but it doesn't help me figure out her intentions.
"Well, you know my brother. He was screwing around because it made him feel in control of his life when he wasn't."
That's awfully perceptive.
"Or Walker. He enjoyed sex. But he was also afraid of getting hurt. Because he's got issues with his sister. She's an addict. Or Ryan. He went the other way. Totally avoided intimacy after his ex cheated. He's only been with his ex and Leighton."
"That's sweet."
"Yeah. Hard to believe too. Guy that looks like him." She makes a show of fanning herself. "He could clean up." Her voice is easy. Casual.
But there's something about her expression.
She's trying to make me jealous.
It's petty.
Stupid.
Effective.
I know it's a ruse. That she's pushing me.
But I hate the idea of her wanting someone else.
I can see her and Ryan in some tiny room. Her tugging at his black t-shirt. Him pinning her to the wall. The two of them groaning in ecstasy.
He's madly in love with his girlfriend.
Emma isn't interested.
But I'm still seething.
I push it aside. Reach for something else. Something I can handle. "And Vanilla Latte?"
"What about him?"
"Is he as hot as Ryan?"
"That's a stupid question."
"Why?"
"You have eyes."
"Not attracted to men."
