“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”
Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”
“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type, and I have zero interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert little ass away from me.
Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.
Determined more than ever, once Reese finishes his conversation, I approach him with one purpose. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Why the fuck should I after all the shit you said earlier?”
“Because . . .” I wrack my brain for an answer. When it hits me, I smile devilishly at him.
“Oh fuck . . .” He knows I have him.
“If you don’t help me, I’m going to let your little production manager know of your love for dancing in your underwear to teen bop.”
Reese runs his hand slowly over his face out of frustration. “I was drunk, and it was one fucking time.”
“And yet, I caught you. Best day of my life.”
“That’s sad.” I shrug, not giving a shit. “Fine, what the hell do you want?”
“Melony’s number. Get it for me.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
Running his hand over his jaw, he asks, “That’s what you want to use your drunk dancing in underpants card on? Because you know once you cash in, you’ll never be able to use it again.”
“Couldn’t think of a better reason to use it.”
“Done, then.”
Later that day, Reese texted me her number and I spared no time sending her a message.
Hollis: I can’t stop thinking about you.
I brush my teeth and wait for her response. It comes in no less than a minute.
Melony: Who is this?
I smile to myself. This is going to be so much fucking fun.
Hollis: Your future husband.
Chapter One
Hollis
Six months later . . .
“Yes, Mom. I got you tickets.”
“I don’t see them in my inbox. Did you snail mail them? Your dad already made T-shirts, so he’ll be devastated if he doesn’t get a chance to show them off in public. You know how those announcers look forward to panning in on his creations.”
Don’t I fucking know it? My parents are almost more popular than I am. Ever since my first Olympic trials, they’ve been pegged as the most supportive yet entertaining parents to watch during competition, even more entertaining than the actual divers.
