Page 76 of Flaunt
She follows me. The dress swishes across the floor with every step. “Walk slower. Walking in a dress slows a girl down.”
“Or maybe just don’t follow me.”
“Or maybe just don’t be a dick.”
I pull out a glass—I have this many clean glasses?—and scoop some ice in it. Then I add some water.
Okay, Banksy. Let’s get it together.
This is the moment Gloria was talking about—the moment it comes to a head. Sara isn’t going to back away from this conversation, and I can’t hide from her forever.
Still, I don’t know what to say.
I can give you so much more than sex.
That sounds stupid in my head.Who am I? Jess?
I lean against the counter and sigh. “Is there a damn thing in this house that hasn’t been touched since I’ve been gone?”
She smirks, her eyes filling with mischief. “Yeah. One thing. Wanna know what it is?”
“Not really.”
“You are way less fun than I thought you were going to be.”
“Well, there’s one thing I’ve never heard before.”
She glares at me. It’s adorable.
“Who is going with you to the gala?” I ask.
Her lips press together. “It’s not been confirmed.”
“Have you asked anyone?”
She swallows, her confidence waning.
I’m not sure what to say here, whether I press her or leave her to do her own thing. But Paige’s words echo through my mind, and I grasp them.
Be you. I have learned in my life that when you’re unapologetically you, you attract all the things meant to come your way. It works. I promise.
“Why didn’t you ask me to go to the gala with you?” I ask, holding her gaze.
“I’ve already taken so much from your family. From you. And Maddox. And now your mom. I’d rather not be remembered as a leech.”
I grin. “It’s a little late for that.”
She swats at my arm, the contact as strong as a lightning bolt. I feel it all the way to my cock.
Her eyes light up as if she feels it too, and her lips part as she sucks in a breath.
I step toward her. She grins and takes one back. I smirk and take another. She lifts her chin and takes another back.
“Do you want to go to the gala with me?” she asks, her voice flirty.
“And have you, in that dress, on my arm all night? I might be able to manage.”
She grins. “You would be going as my fake fiancé, you know.”
