“But I don’t think he’s going to be lacking, you know? All of those guys give off these vibes. They look good, they’re good at what they do, and they know it. Penn has this quiet confidence about him, don’t you think? Travis is all cocky andarrogant, but he can back it up, so whatever, I guess. Wait, what did you say?”
“Hm?”
“Did you say he’s not? As in, not lacking?”
I lift my shoulders, keeping my gaze turned to the window.
“You’ve seen it already!?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“What do you mean you didn’t mean to? Did your eyes fall out of your head and slip down his pants?”
“No.”
“Did he flash you?”
“What? No!”
“Then I don’t understa?—”
“I walked in on him masturbating!”
She whips the car into our parking garage and slams on the brakes, damn near giving me whiplash. “Excuse me?”
I smooth out a nonexistent wrinkle on my skirt, avoiding eye contact. I hadn’t meant to walk in on him. Not exactly. I got up to pee, but as I got closer to the cracked door, I started to hear sounds. Quiet groans and heavy breathing, and I couldn’t stop myself. Curiosity got me again.
“I needed to use the restroom, and he was in there, ya know…”
“So, you got a quick peek and? Not a teeny weenie?”
I decide to spare her all the dirty details and let her believe all I got was a quick glance. She doesn’t need to know I asked to watch, or that he used my spit as lube to bring himself to an orgasm right in front of my greedy eyes.
I shake my head. “Not teeny.”
She grins, patting my leg. “Good for you.”
Once we make it to the apartment, I head to my room and grab my calendar. I start marking the days off, counting down to graduation—the glaring reminder that I have done nothing toprepare myself for the real world. I’ve been coasting by on my parents’ money, riding their coattails straight to the life they dreamed for me to have. Only now I don’t want it. I want to jump off and run as far away as I can, except I don’t know where I’d go or how I’d get there with no plan and zero dollars. Well, not zero dollars, I have money in my account, money they can’t just take away from me, but they’ll cut me off, and I’ll never see my trust fund.
I don’t care about the money, other than for basic necessities, but I’ve spent the last four years preparing myself for a career in business. It’s what I studied and worked to perfect. I planned on taking over the HR department at the club as per my dad’s wishes. He assured me I’d be perfect for it. I’ve always been a rule follower. That’s probably why he thought I’d love the position, but he couldn’t be more wrong. I’d pick almost any other position. Maintenance, running the clubhouse, or planning events alongside my sister even sounds more enticing.
I flip through the book one more time, doing a quick scan to see how many days are left until I hit the three-month mark with Penn. When I realize I still have another month to go, I fling the book across the room and groan.
27
PENN
Penn:
What are you doing in two days?
I typedthe message three times before hitting send with sweaty palms. Why the fuck am I so nervous? We’ve already been out. She’s already slept over and came on my fingers.
Olivia:
You mean on Valentine’s Day?
Shit, that’s why I’m nervous. Fucking Valentine’s Day. I haven’t had a Valentine in like six years. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. I just know I want to see her.
