Page 22 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

“Yes.”

She just continues to stare at me, so I continue. “Okay fine. There may have been another kiss.”

Angela claps her hands together. “Oooo I knew it. Tell me everything.”

I just shrug. “There’s not much to tell. We kissed, then we realized that was a mistake, and I went home and went to bed.”

Angela raises her eyebrow at me. “So you’re telling me after pretty much the hottest kiss I’ve ever seen, you did it again and then just stopped and said oh nevermind. Night.”

I laugh. “Yeah kinda. My dad called when we were...you know.”

Angela’s face lights up. “Ooo so you’re saying it definitely would have gone further if your pops didn’t interrupt?” She sighs. “Yeah, what a mood killer. Bummer.”

I laugh again. “I don’t know. I like to believe I would’ve come to my senses before things went any further. I mean, I hate the man first of all. Plus, he’s like my dad’s friend and all old and shit, and he's my boss.”

Angela laughs. “Oh c’mon he is not that old. He’s younger than your dad! Plus your dad is hot!”

I open my eyes wide at her. “Angela!”

She just laughs. “What? You know. He’s got that hot dad vibe going for him.”

I push her down onto the bed. “Remind me to never bring you around my dad again.”

She just giggles. “Hey, you’re the one hooking up with your dad’s best friend. Can’t I have a little fun too?”

I groan. “God no! We are never having this conversation again.” We both laugh. “Besides. I didn’t hook up with him, remember? Nothing is going to happen between us.”

Angela gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me. “Mhm...sure. So should I call before coming to bring you lunch from now on in case you are having hot kinky sex in that little office trailer of yours?”

I just laugh. “This conversation is over.”

She looks at me. “So if you aren’t going to get with that, mind if I take a whack at it? I wouldn’t mind rolling around in the sheets with the devil himself.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I look at her shocked. “You wouldn’t dare!”

She laughs out. “Ha! See you’re jealous.”

I roll my eyes. “No. Just trying to save my friend.”

She just laughs. “Save me from what? Multiple orgasms with a super sexy guy?”

I scoff. “Oh please. The man is only concerned about himself. You probably wouldn’t even orgasm before he was finished.”

She just winks at me. “Somehow I think that’s the one area he wouldn’t be selfish with. Too much pride to not get you off.”

I think about what she said. He certainly made me feel good with how far we got last night. I look back over at her. “It doesn’t matter. If I hooked up with Alaric, that would be like giving you permission to hit on my dad, and we both know that will never happen.”

She just shrugs her shoulders. “What? He could probably use a good lay. When’s the last time he even dated anyone?”

I grab the remote from her hand. “Give me this. We’re starting a movie now before you somehow convince me to give you my dad’s number with your manipulative powers.”

She just smiles at me. “I already have his number. He’s given it to me on multiple occasions in case of an emergency.” She taps her chin like she is thinking. “I wonder why he never remembers I already have it. He must want me to text him.”

I glare over at her. “Don’t even think about it!”

I grab her phone and start searching her contacts to delete his number. He’s not under his first or last name. He’s probably under Emory’s dad. I scroll back up to the E’s. There it sits. “Emory’s hot dad.”

I look over at her. “Oh my God. What if he saw this?”

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