Page 84 of The Hookup Situation
“See, that reaction is proof,” she says. “Doomed.”
I place the sexy lingerie in the office, then return to the front.
The rest of the shift passes in a blur of customers, combined with Blaire’s teasing.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I tell her as we stock the fridges for the next shift.
“I can’t help it. My best friend is getting properly romanced by a billionaire who looks at her like she hung the moon.”
“It’s not romance. It’s a hookup situation, one thatyousuggested, if I recall correctly.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” She carries several gallons of milk from the back and moves me out of her way. “What are you wearing tonight?”
“I don’t know yet,” I admit.
I feel like Autumn reminded me two weeks ago about that party. It’s like I blinked and now it’s here.
“I heard Autumn invited fifty people,” she tells me. “Mostly Zane’s friends from New York.”
“I’m not prepared,” I admit. “I dunno what to wear.”
She places her hands on my shoulders. “When we leave here, I’ll come over and help you pick something out. Remember, you’re lovable and you just need to be yourself.”
“Thank you.”
“I won’t steer you wrong,” she says.
“You never have.”
An hour later, Blaire is in my bedroom, in my closet. She grabs three different dresses but changes her mind at the last second.
“This is the one,” she says, sliding a maroon velvet-crush dress off the hanger. “Classy but sexy. Also, very easy access. And it’s vintage Dior.”
“What? I got that from my mom’s closet.”
“Mama has class. Also, wear your black boots with the zipper. Aman only gives a woman expensive lingerie if he’s planning to take them off. Let him enjoy unwrapping you like a gift.”
“Sold,” I say, grabbing it and sliding it over my body with a grin. I move in front of the full-length mirror. “Do you remember when we were twenty-one and you, Autumn and I made that dumb wish list of all the naughty things we wanted to do with our partners?”
“You told him about it?”
“I gave it to him.”
She gasps, and her jaw hits the floor. “And?”
“He’s helping me check things off.”
“Eek!” Blaire squeals. “Which ones?”
“All of them.”
She’s shocked. “Does he happen to have a clone?”
“I kinda wish because …” I say, and Blaire shakes her head.
“You’re naughty as hell. But also, same.”
My phone buzzes, pulling my attention away.
