Page 11 of Flaunt
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I take a quick breath and squirt some soap on his hands too. “Thank you. I have a good relationship with Sabrina, my stepmom. I mean, we aren’t best friends by any stretch of the imagination, but we tolerate each other and get along pretty well.”
“What about your sister?”
I grin. “She’s the best. Bethany is funny and smart, and I love her to death.”
Banks glances at me, grinning too. A rush of warmth floods my veins.
We finish washing our hands in silence. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, but I don’t. The last thing I want to do with two hours left in my apartment is get emotional.
I look up at Banks.Or find more reasons to like him.
He turns off the water, and we shake our hands dry.
“Guess that’s it,” he says.
“Whatever I owe you, charge Maddox.”
He laughs. “I already got dinner and movies out of this. I pre-negotiated.”
“And to think I thought you did this out of the kindness of your heart.”
He looks over his shoulder as we head back to the foyer. A playful grin splits his cheeks. “It would take more than the kindness of my heart to do anything to help you.”
“Fuck you, Banks.”
“Considering the reason I’m here, it looks like you need to stop fucking and finish packing.”
I open the door. “I hate you.”
“Back at ya.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he walks by me and onto the porch. “Enjoy your night.”
“I will … at Maddox and Ashley’s.”
He gasps. “You play dirty.”
“You haveno idea.”
His brows lift to the sky just before I toss him a wink.
My lips twist as I close the door.
I wish I really did hate that sexy, badass, and delicious-smelling man. Life would be so much easier.
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Sara
“Have you ordered yet?” I ask, sliding into the booth across from one of my best friends, Rebecca.
“Nope. I was waiting on you.”
La Pachanga, our favorite eatery in Kismet Beach, is slow for a Friday night. The parking lot had plenty of spots open. Usually, you have to squeeze your vehicle into precarious situations to get a margarita to kick off the weekend.
“Well, here I am,” I say, inhaling the delicious aroma of Mexican food—my favorite. “Let’s get this party started.”
“Jenny said she’d be back around in a second to see what we wanted to drink. I told her we weren’t in a hurry.”
