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She folds her arms over her chest. "You're not wearing clothes because...?"
"There's this thing called a shower. You use it when you want to get clean."
"And what do you know about being clean?" She taps her fingers against her bicep. "You think the girls you throw away stay quiet about your preferences?"
Brendon raises a brow.
Emma looks to me and rolls her eyes. Isn't he annoying? "What are you trying to prove? We know you're sculpted out of marble. Who goes to the gym twice a day?"
"People who are sculpted out of marble." Brendan moves into the kitchen. "Smells like pancakes."
"You want some?" Emma asks.
"No," he says. "I have dinner plans."
"Oh." I press my palms into my thighs. "You and Ryan meeting to talk about the buyout?"
"Huh?" Emma looks to me. What are you talking about?
Brendon shakes his head. "No. I have a date."
Chapter Twelve
Kaylee
Brendon has a date.
He's seeing another human being.
Romantically.
I'm going to throw up.
Emma presses her hands together. "You could make us more pancakes before you go."
"I'm running late," he say
s.
"Who are you dating?" Emma's voice is casual. Like this isn't the worst news in forever.
Okay, that's not even close to true. Everything with Grandma is worse. But Brendon on a date...
Touching some girl.
Kissing her.
Binding her to her bed.
I... I'm going to throw up.
"We're not dating." His voice is curt. Obvious. We're meeting for dinner and a fuck.
I try to settle back into the routine of watching and laughing and teasing, my body refuses to relax.
Nothing helps.
Not even my dirty thoughts.
