Even today, she might be wearing workout wear, but despite what I said, it’s nothing that every other girl at the gym won’t be wearing.
“That’s your hangup. Not mine.” Spencer braces his hands on the sofa cushions and shoves to a standing position.
“Enough!” Kaleb yells from the bathroom doorway with fire in his eyes. “Both of you need to stop talking about my sister. She’s still in high school, which makes her off-limits.”
“She’s not jailbait. She’s eighteen.” Spencer’s jaw flexes as he eyes my best friend. It was a mistake to invite him along. A mistake I won’t make again.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Spencer, this is a stupid conversation.” I drag my cell phone out of my pocket and scan my messages.
The first one is a spam message from a job recruiter. I didn’t apply for the job, and it’s twice as much money as I’m currently making. I’m not about to fall for that trick. The next message is from a girl I graduated with.
Amanda: Hey, I heard you were in town. We should get together.
When we were seniors, Amanda and I dated for several months. She’s the girl I’ve gone out with the longest. We went to homecoming and prom together, but we broke up after graduation.
I was headed off to the university, and she was going to a local community college. The reservations were already there about trying to keep a long-distance relationship going when I found out what she was doing behind my back. And that was when we still lived in the same town.
She’d said she wanted a backup plan in case things didn’t work out between us when I left.
Me: I’m going to be busy.
Moments later, my phone beeps as if she’s been waiting for my reply.
Amanda: Too busy to see me?
The dots on the screen continue to bounce as she types something else.
Only, it’s not a message, it’s an image. It’s a photo of her wearing nothing but high heels. Red high heels. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t attractive. She knows all the tricks to making her face and body look flawless. But I’m not about to go down that path again.
“Holy hell,” Spencer says as he peers over my shoulder. “Who’s that?”
“My ex-girlfriend.” I glare at him as his eyes widen while sweeping over the photo.
“She’s hot. A little forward, though.” His eyes remain on her tits as he tips his head sideways. “I’d have to say she’s one of the easy ones.” He smirks and hits me in the shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to meet up with her.” Kaleb rubs a black towel across his head as he dries his hair. “You know she was cheating on you with half the basketball team back in high school. Or at least, Connor and Miles.”
“I know.” It should’ve bothered me, but it didn’t. That’s when I realized I enjoyed having a pretty girl on my arm more than I thought of her as my end game.
Me: I’ll be busy all weekend.
I shut off my phone and slide it back into my pocket.
Six Hours Later
Kaleb and Spencer are in an epic battle on their computers, and the thought of sitting in a dark basement foranother hour has my teeth on edge. “I’m going upstairs to grab some snacks.”
“Later,” they both say in unison.
Seriously? I stomp up the stairs. I wasn’t anticipating becoming a third wheel between my best friend and roommate. At least not within one afternoon.
When I step into the kitchen, the tension shoots from my jaw to the hairs on my arms, leaving them standing on end as Em shuffles the contents in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator. Her ass wiggles as she snatches something into her hand and shoves the drawer closed.
The round curves of her cheeks are hugged by the tightest pair of denim shorts I’ve ever seen. Is she wearing those to impress Spencer? I cross my arms over my chest and clear my throat.
“What?!” Emily screeches as she spins on her heel and clutches her chest with one hand while dangling a water in the other. “I’m sorry.” Her cheeks flame with heat. “I had no idea you were behind me.”
“Did you change clothes, hoping to impress Spencer?” If it’s even possible, this shirt is tighter than the one she wore earlier. And of course, it’s another shade of purple. Emily’s signature color.
