Page 11 of You Again
“Oh, Henley,” she laughed. “It’s more than funny.”
It wasn’t.
It wasn’t funny in the least.
“Oh, and thanks for thinking I was a prostitute,” I drawled out. “A prostitute? Seriously, El?”
“Come on, Henley,” she said, finally calming down. “You said you had anappointmentwith them. What else was I supposed to think?”
“Not that I was tricking on the goddamn side!”
Ellie started laughing again and was completely honest with me when she said, “You’re going to have to call me tonight for advice, Henley. I can’t right now. This shit is too funny.”
I hung up on her.
It wasn’t even that I really needed advice. I just needed…someone to understand how hard tomorrow was going to be, I guess.
I don’t know.
I pushed the phone call with Ellie aside and got back to work. I had more important things on my mind than whether or not my sister thought I was a prostitute. I needed to make sure I had my A-game ready for tomorrow.
Dash fucking Weston.
