I could practically hear her sigh.
Danica (the hot twin):See you next week.
I smiled to myself.
The really twisted thing? I was really fucking enjoying bickering with her over bedspread colors and paint samples, like some old married couple. Was an alright way to pass the time.
At least until I got her naked.
Because somewhere between her laying out those six pennies for me with that glint of annoyance in her eyes, and right this second, I’d definitely decided I was fucking this chick.
The front door closed and I assumed emo-boy had hit the road. Then Summer was back in the kitchen, singing Elton John under her breath and making coffee.
“Who’s the new guy?” I asked without looking up.
“Don’t start.”
“Start what?”
“Ugh. For fuck’s sake, fine. His name’s Jewel. Don’t bust my balls over it.”
I looked over at her. Thick, dark hair. Blue eyes. Curvy bod. Summer was sexy, smart, talented, and she had a vibe that definitely drew attention. Bottom line, girl could do way fucking better, but hey, she’d heard it all from me before.
So I just said, “Where the fuck do you find these guys?”
“They find me.” She shrugged and smiled. “He’s fun.”
Right.
“Yeah, he looked like a regular one-man carnival. I give him a week.”
“It’s already been a week.”
“Then I give him last night. He won’t hear from you again.”
She laughed.
“At least tell me he rocked your world.”
“My world was… gently caressed.”
“Jesus. Why do you waste your time?”
“Why do you waste your time?”
“With who?”
“With whatever bimbo you’re chatting with.”
I shoved my phone away. “What if she’s not a bimbo?”
“Then tell me about her.”
“What if she’s not a she?”
“Then tell me about him.”
“What if it’s none of your business?”
