Page 136 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

“Used me?”

“I made some comments that made Remi almost smile.”

“Comments? About me? What did you say, Fi?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah, it does,” I said.

She giggled. “I just suggested you were an idiot. That you always were an idiot. That you’re full of yourself. That you’re a prick and I hope you get traded.”

“What the hell?”

Fiona touched my face. “Relax, Griffin. It was all a lie. You can’t get traded. If that happens, then where would I go?”

“With me.”

Those two words fell really flat between us.

Too serious.

“Anyway, Remi didn’t want a drink,” Fiona continued. “So I said goodnight to him and all that sisterly crap. But Remi is stubborn. He wanted to see my room.”

“No…”

“Oh yeah. So I had to turn things up a little. We got to the elevator and I lost my cool on him.”

“You yelled at him?”

“Big time. I told him he was a psycho. I told him there was no way in hell he was going to ride the elevator up to my room and look around. Like what did he think I had in there? Drugs? Dirty money? Men?Women?”

“Wow.”

“Wow is right,” Fiona said. “Because I then got into the elevator and rode it up to the fifth floor.”

“You took the elevator.”

“Had to,” she said.

Fiona jumped up to her toes and planted a kiss to my chin.

That was not part of our arrangement.

Fiona walked away from me.

As though her story was finished.

“Hey, wait up,” I said chasing after her. “What happened next?”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, I had to linger around up there. Give Remi time to leave. Just in case he called bullshit on me and expected me to come right back down. You never know. I waited a bit and then took the elevators back down. Voila. Remi was gone. And I was free to leave.”

“And that’s it?”

“Yeah. That’s it. That’s the best I could come up with, Riff. It’s not like you or I really thought this out.”

“Whoa, sweetheart. Back up a second. To be fair, this was all your doing.”

“Was it?”

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