Page 94 of The Rebel


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Me

I haven’t eaten yet.

Sky

Do me a favor—get out of your room. Go to the bar and eat there. Girl, you need a change of scenery and a stiff cocktail. The last thing you need is to stay in your room with all those thoughts, doing work that can wait until tomorrow.

Me

You really think so?

Sky

Text me when you get back to your room for the night, and it’d better include a pic of the burger and fries you slammed down, along with your third glass of something extra strong. You’ll thank me, trust me.

Me

An extra-dirty martini does sound delicious right now.

Sky

GO.

She was right.

I needed to get the hell out of this suite. I needed to sip some vodka and eat something hearty and be around noise and people instead of this lonely room with the silence broken every few seconds by the ping of a new email coming in or by a person standing outside my door who wasn’t really standing there.

I shut my laptop and grabbed a sweater from my suitcase, letting it hang to the sides of my tank, and I slid into a pair of UGGs that fit perfectly over my leggings. I made sure I had my phone, key, and wallet, and I hurried out of my room. OnceI arrived at the elevator, I hit the button for the lobby and reopened Sky’s last text.

Me

I took your advice.

The doors slid open as I arrived at the bottom floor, and I stepped out, walking toward the lobby, watching the bubbles bounce as Sky typed her reply. I rounded the corner where the two sections split—the bar and the front desk—and as I headed for the bar, her reply came in.

Sky

Good. ;) Now go enjoy that cocktail.

As my thumbs hit the screen to respond, I quickly glanced up to check out the empty seats and where I should sit, and it was during that scan that I saw him.

That our eyes locked.

That I took in the sight of him as he was parked on the left side of the bar, his hands surrounding a small tumbler that I knew was bourbon, wearing a USC sweatshirt and a backward hat.

Oh God.

Casual and athletic was a look I’d never seen on him before, but it was one that completely took my breath away.

How could a man be that hot in a backward hat?

But then there were his eyes that only added to it.

His lips.

The way he stared me down as though I was his prey.

I stood frozen, halfway between the bend in the lobby and the bar, unsure what to do.

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