Page 230 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
I stood up a little taller as we pushed through the doors. The first smells of autumn were in the air. Tomorrow really was a new beginning. And I was going to make the most of it. “It’s fine.”
Sophie raised her eyebrows. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Axel is dead to me. If he wants to take Gigi to homecoming or the Sadie Hawkins dance just to spite me, that’s fine. He can dance with the devil. Besides, I’m busy. I have a lunch date tomorrow with a great guy.”
Sophie nodded. “Team Jacob.”
“And I have a stalker that needs some sexy photos.”
“Really?” Sophie looked so excited.
“Wait.” I grabbed her arm. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”
Sophie groaned.
“If my kiss thief isn’t Jacob, then texting someone else sexy photos will just be something else I need to come clean about...”
“But itcouldbe Jacob. And either way, it’s not like the two of you are together right now. You’re overthinking it. Come on. Let’s just take them and you can decide later if you want to send them.”
That was true. I slowly nodded.
“Let’s go take the sexiest photos in the world.”
I laughed. It was hard not to be caught up in her enthusiasm. “Yes!”
Sophie clapped her hands together. “Boudoir shoot! And I have the perfect idea.”
***
“Sophie, this is a terrible idea,” I said as we tiptoed down the stairs. Whenever she said she had a good idea, I should have known it meant the opposite. It was like she was hellbent on getting me in trouble.
“No, it’s a fabulous idea. You’re still grounded and can’t come to my place, which means we need to find you sexy clothes in a pinch.”
I was seriously regretting batting down her sexy uniform idea right about now.
But we somehow made it through the great room and down the hallway undetected. She pulled me into the guest bedroom.
“Where are the cameras in here?” she asked as she gingerly made her way around the carpet.
“There aren’t any.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Apparently guests in our house are the only ones that are allowed to have any privacy.”
“Well, score. And no one’s found our secret escape hatch yet?”
I shook my head. But I’d hardly call it an escape hatch. Since there was no hatch. “By a stroke of luck, part of my grounding was helping with chores around the house. I offered to clean the guest rooms. So Ellen hasn’t come into this room since RJ destroyed the floor. But I won’t be helping out startingtomorrow. And I know she comes in and vacuums and cleans once a week. And if we have any company...”
“RJ said he’d fix it. So he will.” Sophie picked up the edge of the carpet and tossed it off the gaping hole in the floor.
I groaned. “This doesn’t look any different.”
“He has practice every day after school now. But I’m sure he’ll get to it by this weekend. Don’t sweat it.”
I was definitely sweating it. If Ellen didn’t trust my cleaning ability, she might come in here sooner than next week.
Sophie’s head disappeared as she climbed down the ladder into our downstairs neighbor’s apartment.
