Page 22 of Waiting for Acceptance
“I hate that guy,” I bite out, finishing off the drink I’d forgotten I was holding. My eyes roll on instinct at the thought of him. The motherfucker is literally a mole for one of the biggest real estate firms in New York, a firm that isapparentlygoing to be buying out Coleson, I have no business reacting to him the way I just did. I still can’t wrap my head around it and how I didn’t figure it out sooner.
Blinded by his sexy smirk, hypnotic blue eyes, and the way he smells like a wet dream.
My nose scrunches at the last thought. Okay poor choice of words, but he smells fucking great and the chemicals must do something to my brain. Like shrink it.
So how do we explain the way he opened my door at lunch and made sure no one could see up my dress, or how he complimented me on my performance during our showings?
“Hey, you okay?” Ruby asks.
“I need more alcohol. Personality number two is being really loud and not making a lot of sense to personality number one who is a raging ball of emotions.”
“Spicy marg it is.”
God, I love her.
We’re standing at the bar waiting for my drink, Ruby swaying her hips to the music and drumming her hands on the bar top, but I can’t stop replaying that interaction with Fitz. The inside of my lip is already sore from chewing on it today, but I can’t seem to let it go.
“Spicy margarita.” The bartender sets it down in front of me and I smile at him, but Ruby answers him as I take my first sip.
“Thanks Tony!” My head snaps up and I suck in a breath.
“Another spicy one, Antoooo-nio.”
“Wanna go dancing, Trouble?”
The elevator.
Buttons undone.
Tanned skin beneath my fingertips.
His lips.
“We aren’t going dancing, are we?”
“Oh my god. Oh mygod.It was him,” I whisper to myself. “I slept with Fitz?!” My head snaps to the door, knowing he’s probably long gone but I’m still half tempted to run after him and…I don’t know start yelling at him? Ask him if he’s known all this time why he’s just now saying something.
But he didn’t say anything…not directly. Him calling me trouble, my drink order, and the weird as shit coincidence that the bartender's name is Tony all just kind of curb-stomped the memory back into my brain at full speed.
“Karaoke time, bitches!” Shane squeals, derailing my plans.
I can’t believe I slept with the mother freaking devil…and forgot about it. Kill me.
Me
I have some very very very top secret information to tell you. I need you to remain calm(ish) and whatever you do, don’t tell anyone.
Luther
We’re listening.
Me
I think I slept with Fitz…
Luther
I will go ahead and preface with, I did not remain calm… you owe me a new flower vase.
