Page 179 of Breaking the Rules
"What is it about this place? Why all the rich parents?"
"Nepotism."
I can't help but laugh. "True." There are a lot of friends and blood relatives working here, myself included.
"Looked at your Instagram," he says. "You've got nice tits."
My cheeks flush. My body is devoted to Hunter, but Wes is charming. For a second, I forget that everything is fucked. "Thanks."
His gaze shifts to my chest for a moment, then it's back on my eyes. "Is that working?"
"I wore this dress because I like it."
"Right." He leans in to whisper in my ear. "You need help making him jealous?"
"I don't know what you—"
"Yeah, you do."
Okay, I do.
It's stupid.
It's petty.
It's completely necessary.
"Okay," I whisper.
Wes brushes my hair behind my ear.
His fingers linger on my neck, my shoulder, my arm.
It's not like with Vinnie.
But it's not like with Hunter either.
The pretense is obvious.
"Look at him," Wes whispers.
I do.
He brushes my hair behind my ear. "He wants to deck me."
"Something tells me that's a typical thing for you."
Wes's laugh bounces around the room. "Yeah. But Hunter stole my thunder for a while."
"Did he?" I bite my tongue. I have to play this cool. To pretend like I know what Hunter did. That's my only chance of getting info.
"Yeah. You must know what he's like by now."
"Brooding and difficult?"
Wes chuckles. "That what you like about him?"
"More his abs."
