Page 71 of Sexy

I lie back on the bed and smile with relief. He’s not avoiding me after all. He’s just busy. And arranging a spa day for me is sweet. I really needed this ego boost.

My phone rings and jolts me out of my little daydream world. I look at the screen and moan. Fletcher. He’s gonna want to know why I left without saying goodbye.

“Hello?” I say into the speaker.

“Hey,” he says, a little hesitation in his voice. “You left me cold this morning.”

“Oh, Cole planned a spa day for me, so I needed to get back to my room and clean up.” Clean up? Jesus. What a way to bring up the fact that we fucked like teenagers last night.

No. Not exactly teenagers. It was pretty amazing. But that’s what the bad boys do, right? They hook you with great sex and then leave you. So why not leave him first?

“Oh.” He pauses, thinking probably.

“I got a date with Cole tonight though. So we’re still on for Operation Jealousy? Or is this a good sign and I should stop with the games?”

“Date, huh?” He sounds unsure. But that’s typical, right? He probably wants another one-night stand with me. And honestly, I should not have had sex with him again. One night is OK, I guess. It’s a fling. But we’ve been taking this too far. “I think you’re probably on your way to bagging your man. So you don’t need me anymore.”

Hmmm. His usually friendly demeanor is gone. In fact, if I didn’t know better I’d think he was jealous.

“So he’s the guy for you, huh?”

“Yeah, right? That was the whole point of all these things we’ve been doing the past week.”

“And you love him, right?”

“Well, I’m not sure about love, Fletcher. Do you love every girl you bang?”

He huffs some air into the phone.

“Don’t get weird on me, OK? You’re the one who wanted a one-nighter.”

“You were the one who wanted last night, if my memory serves.”

“Yeah, well, I was feeling dejected.”

“And I was just there?”

“What the hell, Fletcher? You’re not interested in me. You’re interested in a job, remember? You wanted us to use each other. And we did. And now you’re trying to pretend you actually like me? You want me to feel guilty for going for the guy who was the goal the whole time? Wow.”

“I never said I was pretending to like you, Tiffy. I picked you out of a crowd for a reason.”

“Yeah, to fuck me for one night and then throw me away like trash. Just like you always do.”

“So you’re gonna get the jump on that, then? And throw me away before I have a chance?”

“So you admit it!”

“I’m not admitting shit, other than I had a nice time last night and I’d like to do it again.”

“Oh, so we’re just gonna keep this going? An endless string of casual sex with no commitments? I don’t think so. I’m not that kind of girl, for one thing. And I’m not interested in casual.”

“How do you even know I was thinking casual, anyway? Did you ever ask?”

“You have it written all over you, Fletcher. Your sign says Don’t get attached, because I sure won’t. And so I took your warning to heart and now you’re mad at me? How is that fair?”

“I’ll ask you again. You’re just gonna throw this away and not even give it a chance?”

“Give what a chance? I’m having a hard time understanding you, Fletcher. Do you even know what you want? Do you even know who you want? Why me?”