Page 6 of Flaunt
Except for the spiders.
“Threedinners,” I say. “And movie nights with you guys every Saturday for a month.”
She grins and thrusts the phone my way.
I take it, glaring at her. It only makes her giggle.
I sigh again, just to set the stage.Can’t let Sara think I’m happy about this.
“Hi, giant pain in the ass,” I say.
“Thinking about my ass again, I see.”
This is gonna suck.
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Sara
“I’m not any happier about this than you are,” I say, holding the door open for Banks.
My house fills with the scent of Luna Rossa Black—a sexy, masculine cologne with an energetic, almost sweet touch at the end. It’s like a glass of expensive bourbon with a side of Pop Rocks.
How do I know this? I’ve had plenty of time to dissect it. I bought a bottle after our trip to Orlando. Not that I’d ever admit that to Banks … or anyone else, for that matter.
“What have you been doing today?” He smirks. “Or maybe I shouldn’t ask you that since your vibrator is in the toilet.”
“Shut up.”
His smirk deepens, sinking the slight dimple in his right cheek that much further. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“That way.” I point toward the door down the hallway. “Did you bring tools?”
He whips a wrench out of his pocket. As he makes his way to the room in question, he holds it in the air.
God, he’s infuriating.
The past two weeks have been the most frustrating of my life, and it’s all my fault.
Screwing your boss is generally frowned upon for a reason. I get that. I accepted the risks. I crawled into Joshua Eubanks’s bed with nothing but red lipstick and black heels—no regrets… then. I’m full of regret now—that and a shot of anger that doesn’t make me feel great about myself. But if I’m one thing, it’s honest.
And I’m angry.
“What color is the vibrator?” Banks yells from the bathroom, his voice barely above the sloshing of a plunger.
I groan and march my way to him. “What does it matter?”
“Unless you know anything about removing toilets, which Ihighly doubt, just answer my question.”
I stop in the doorway and lean on the frame. “Purple.”
“How big is it?”
“Banks…”
He grins. “What? I’m painting a picture of what I’m looking for.”
“I’m not sure you have anything big enough to compare it to.”
