Page 55 of Show Me How


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“The building got sold and now the new owner wants everyone out.It's a whole mess.”

“What… where are you going to go?”

“I'm trying to work it out, make a couple calls.Worse case scenario, I'll move back in with my folks.”

I collected the bag and thanked the cashier before we walked out the door.

“The guys—couldn't you stay with one of them for a bit?”

“Well, Jaxon's an obvious no go.And Jesse has his girlfriend who can be a jealous bitch—long story—so he's out of the question.Ariyo… I love him, I really do, but he has a party at his house every night if you know what I mean.”

My nose crinkled and I stifled a laugh.

“Gross.”

“Exactly.I stayed with him once when my place was being fumigated and walked in on him getting head on the couch.So yeah, no, not happening.”She looped her arm with mine.“If you know a place that I can move into, let me know.”

“Well…” I paused, trying to think of the spare floor in my townhouse.“I may have a place.”

“Oh yeah?”

“The townhouse I'm in, the main floor is free right now.I'd have to talk to Penny—the house owner and a bit of a family friend.If you don't mind moving across the bridge, then I'll ask.”

“God, really?Please,please,ask her.I'm desperate.”

I laughed.“I'll send her a message tomorrow morning.”

Squealing, she pulled me into a side hug.“I knew I liked you.Best believe you're stuck with me now, hun.There isn't a… no way!Buy one, get one?”Her attention shifted to the signage on one of the windows we were walking by.I followed her gaze and blanched.

“Oh no,” I said immediately, already knowing.“Absolutely not.”

She grinned at the lingerie store like she was a child looking onto a field of candy.I shook my head and tugged her to keep walking, but she stood firmly in place.

“Savannah,” she pleaded, grabbing my arm.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“Two minutes.”

“Nerissa—”

She gave me the look.Big eyes.Wicked smile.Full menace.

I laughed despite myself, shaking my head as she dragged me forward.“You’re impossible.”

“And you need sexy lingerie.”

“I'm not the lingerie type.”

It wasn't a lie.

With Chase, sex became more of a chore instead of something I wanted to do, so there was no need for lingerie.We tried different things at the start of our relationship, but after a while, the connection started to fade to dust.