“Yeah, I like her.”
I did. After having brunch with her and her sister, I liked Danica even more. They were both hot, and the twin fantasies were obvious. But there was also a marked difference between them.
Daniella had blown me off and clearly didn’t give one shit about it.
Danica tried to act like she wasn’t into me, when she totally was.
I knew she was.
But the girl was hard to figure out.
For one thing, she seemed to openly care about everything in her path just a little too much. Seemed way more concerned about how her sister and I felt at brunch than about what she wanted—even let her sister order for her.
I’d kept comparing them in my mind, maybe looking for some kind of evidence that Danica was gonna turn out to be just like her sister—and not worth my time.
Some reason to give up on her.
But I was kidding myself if I was trying to pretend I wasn’t drawn to her like I was. The truth was I was into her, and not just because I wanted to fuck her.
And the only thing really holding me back from pursuing her, full-throttle—and not just so I could fuck her—was the fear that she could hurt me.
I’d definitely picked up on how uneasy she seemed while Daniella talked to me.
But she made no move to assert any kind of territorial rights over me, just let her sister dominate the conversation. I really didn’t know what to make of that.
Sure, she’d told me she wanted to be “just friends” and “keep it professional.” But I didn’t really believe her.
Either way, she definitely wasn’t in any rush to fuck me.
Fact was, I was way more accustomed to the kind of girls who’d scratch their own sister’s eyes out if it meant they’d win my attention.
“So what’s the problem?” Summer asked. “Something is wrong. You’re all tense and edgy, like you haven’t been laid in a year or something.”
“Feels like it,” I admitted. “She hasn’t even touched me yet.”
“What? Why?”
“She’s redecorating my apartment. Says she wants to keep it professional.”
A slow smile spread across Summer’s face.
“Don’t laugh. She says she wants us to be friends.”
“Okay. Let me give you some advice, hon. I mean, assuming you want some or you wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Go nuts.”
“Make your move before you lose her,” she said. “She may seem like a nice girl, but don’t make the mistake of being too nice back. That’s not who you are. Better to go nasty alpha rock star on her and see how it plays out. Get out of the friend zone before it’s too late.”
Friend zone?
What the fuck.
Was I seriously in the friend zone with this girl?
Until Elle and Amber, I’d never been friend-zoned by a chick in my life.
The fuck was happening to me?
