Page 83 of Bewitch

We talk for a while longer, about much happier topics, and eventually, I leave them behind so I can call the other girls before they might be heading to dinner. Only one talks to me, the others brushing off any of it, but this girl also says it’s just looks, nothing more.

I’m afraid it’ll eventually turn into more, though.

My mom calls with his schedule. No wonder I haven’t seen him yet. He doesn’t work in the buildings where my classes are held.

Before I go to bed that night, I ask Eliza for her schedule and try to figure out when I might be able to walk her to and from class and see the guy for myself. Not tomorrow. The day after.

As for Lucas and Pat, I think I might have to just see how things shake up.

But my subconscious things differently. That night, I have a steamy as hell dream about Lucas, and I know I can’t deny it.

Lucas is the one I want. I’ll have him, make him love me, and drop him, just like I always intended. I’ll get him out of my system entirely.

I hope.

CHAPTER24

When I enter the gym, I feel like I’m a queen. I don’t have more of the protein balls. Instead, I have a pan of protein brownies.

“I didn’t test them to see how they turned out, so they might not be any good,” I inform Pamela. “You can be honest. I don’t normally do this, but with the protein balls, I ate a few more than I should’ve and all of the testing… I don’t want to risk overeating, so… I need someone to test them out for me.”

She eyes the brownies and bites her lower lip.

“Do you not like chocolate?” I ask, confused because the protein balls have some chocolate.

“I do. I just prefer the middle versus the edge of brownies.”

I laugh. “Go ahead and take from the center. What do I care?”

She beams and does just that and takes a bite. Each chew is slow and deliberate, and so is her nod.

“What’s the verdict?”

“I love it! I’m not sure if I like this better than the protein balls.” She polishes off the rest of her bite. “I might need another sample before I can decide.”

I giggle. “You aren’t just saying that?”

“Oh, dear me. I can’t fake much at all.”

“Is that so? Any chance you want to play poker later?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “No way! I don’t like poker because I tend to lose. At least, I don’t play for money. Lucas and I used to play all the time, but it’s nothing I play with anyone else.”

“What did you two play for?” I ask.

“Pamela, seriously. You have to stop talking with all of my clients and causing them to be late for their appointments?”

“It’s not Pamela’s fault that she’s is easier to out of you two,” I tease.

He grunts. “I’m not paid for my conversational skills.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

“Stretch out,” he instructs. “I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Don’t scold Pamela too much.”

He eyes me and then glances over at the mats.

---