“Lana?” I hesitantly step inside.
“There you are.” She appears in front of me, taking my hand to pull me farther into the room before closing the door behind her.
She’s dressed in an oversized shirt and plaid shorts, her brown hair pulled away from her face in a messy ponytail. Honestly, it kinda looks like she just rolled out of bed. Meanwhile, I’ve got myself squeezed into perhaps the tightest dress I own, and my heels are wreaking havoc on my feet. We look like we’re attending two different types of parties.
It takes me longer than it should to realize that we’re not alone in the room. You would think the nearly naked man on the bed would have been the first thing I would have noticed. Especially since that man is none other than Joey Franklin, starting quarterback and roommate to one Macallan Stewart, spread out on the bed in nothing more than his boxers.
“Um, what is going on in here?” I look from Lana to Joey and then back to Lana.
“Payback,” she says in explanation.
“Payback?” I look at her like she’s grown another head, though maybe that has more to do with the alcohol swimming through my veins making me see double than what she actually said.
“What better way to make Macallan jealous than by hooking up with one of his best friends?”
Did that already, I think but don’t say. My night with Trev is one I would like to forget. Not because the sex was bad. I mean, it wasn’t great either, but that’s neither here nor there. It had more to do withwhyI slept with Trev than anything else.
“Where am I?” Joey slurs, attempting to sit up before collapsing back onto the pillows.
“Is he okay?” I ask, a tad bit concerned.
“He’s fine.” Lana swipes her hand through the air. “Do you want left side or right?”
“You want me to have a threesome with you and Joey?” I take a wild guess, the scene rather telling.
“We’re not actually going to sleep with him.” She lowers her voice. “We’re just going to make it look like we were about to when Macallan comes in.”
“What do you meanwhenhe comes in? He’s not here, is he?” I ask, having not seen him all night, not that I was looking or anything...
“No, but he will be. Because Joey texted him and told him he needed him to come pick him up. I made sure plenty of people saw us come in here, so when he starts asking around, someone will point him in the right direction. And when he finds us... Well, that’s where the fun begins.”
“I don’t... I don’t think I can do that.” I shake my head, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.
I have no problem sleeping with an attractive man, but to mess with one for the sole purpose of being caught by someone else—the whole thing feels... wrong.
“What do you mean? We agreed to pay him back.”
“I didn’t agree to this.” I gesture wildly around the room.
“Hey, I know you.”
My eyes dart back to Joey as he scrutinizes my face.
“What did he take?”
“What do you mean? He’s just drunk.” Lana gestures to him with a flick of her wrist.
“He seems high on something.”
“High on life.” He laughs loudly at himself.
“Relax, he’s just had a lot to drink. Now, are we doing this or not? We don’t have that much time before Macallan is going to be here.”
Something about her reaction to Joey’s state of mind doesn’t quite sit right with me.
“Did you give him something?”
“What? Of course not.”
