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“My stepdad likes them young,” she repeats again. “I don’t know what age exactly, but I’d say maybe like us.”
“Like us?” I squeal. “Hals, we’re nineteen! We’re sophomores! OMG, your stepdad is dating college girls?”
She winks.
“I don’t know if the women he dates are exactly ‘educated,’” she says in a droll tone. “So at least you have brains on them. But you never know,” she says in a mysterious voice. “This could be a fun vacation, right? I’d love for you to start dating my stepdad, girl. I think you could be good for each other, and it would get Curtis away from those hos he usually goes out with. Ugh, one more bottle of spray tan and I’m going to retch,” she announces with a twist to her mouth. “I mean, really? Those Bratz dolls he calls his ‘girlfriends’ look like bronzed witches, and that isnota good thing.”
I giggle but my heart’s racing because I can’t believe my buddy is talking like this. She thinks that me and Curtis could potentially be a match? It sounds wrong, but my thighs clench together as my pulse races because I’d love to sample the older man if given the chance. I know it’s bad, but maybe something will happen this Thanksgiving. That is, if I ever work up the courage to say more than “hi” and “bye.” Meanwhile, my buddy seems completely oblivious to my delight.
“Ready?” my blonde friend asks with a wicked smile, already dragging her suitcase towards the door. “You’ll see. The next few days are going to be fun, girlfriend. Just let your hair down and relax.”
With that, I nod and follow her to the door, my own bag on my shoulder. But my cheeks are slightly flushed and the space between my thighs tingles because maybe this will be more than just your usual turkey celebration. Maybe something will happen between me and Curt Salomon, although exactly how or what, I have no idea. Still, I’m looking forward to it and smile with images of the handsome man dancing in my head.
CHAPTER2
Annie
“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” Curt greets as he opens the door to his apartment. We’re in a huge tower in the middle of Manhattan, and it’s nice, if not overly fancy. The doorman recognized Halsey when we arrived, and let us up immediately. The entire time in the elevator, my heart was pounding because soon, I’d lay eyes on Curtis Salomon himself.
And the moment he opened the door, the breath caught in my chest because true life is just as good as my fantasies. He’s tall, about six three or so, and his night-black hair almost brushes the door frame. Those blue eyes are a piercing azure color, and his male features are sculpted yet sensuous at once.
But it’s the body that really gets me because Curtis works out a lot, that much is clear. He’s got broad shoulders, a wide chest, and powerful arms that pick Halsey up like she weighs nothing and spins her around when she greets him.
“Ooof!” she squeals. “OMG, stop it! You’re going to ruin my hair!”
Of course, her blonde hair remains in its perfect curls, but Curt puts her down and turns to me.
“Hi Annie,” he greets in a low voice. “Welcome to my humble home. I’m happy to have you girls over for Thanksgiving.”
I murmur a shy “hi” as he steps aside, letting us into the apartment. I enter the hallway, and it’s nice. The wood floor is a shiny parquet, and I can see two doors to the left, which must be the bedrooms. Then in the distance is the living area, which looks to have comfortable grey and blue furniture, as well as a coffee table that I can just glimpse through the narrow hallway opening.
Immediately, Halsey makes her way to the second door on the left, her bag dragging behind her. I follow, figuring that this must be her bedroom and where we’ll both be staying. But when I make to enter, she spins around, blocking the doorway.
“Oh wait, I forgot to mention,” she says in a lighthearted voice. “Travis is coming for Thanksgiving this year, and he’ll be staying here. With me. In my bedroom,” she says. “Is that okay, Curt?”
Both her stepdad and I stare at the beautiful blonde, blindsided.
“Wait, he’s coming?” I ask in a surprised voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Curtis adds in a growl. “I had no idea. This is so last minute, Hals.”
But the blonde girl merely shrugs and prances into her room, before depositing her bag by the bed.
“It was a last-minute thing,” she says in an airy tone. “We were going to spend Thanksgiving apart because you know I just flew out to San Francisco to see him two weeks ago. But I missed Travis so much, and he finally gave in. Just two nights ago, he booked a flight to NYC and he should be arriving any moment now,” she says with a glance at the clock on the wall. “It’s okay, isn’t it, Curt? He’ll stay here in my bedroom with me, so it won’t be a problem.”
We gape at the beautiful blonde who hums to herself as she begins unpacking like nothing’s wrong.
“But Hals,” I say in a confused tone. “I thought I’d be sleeping with you in your room. Where am I going to sleep if Travis is here?”
“Well, definitely not in my bedroom,” she says quickly, looking up as she pulls a filmy negligee from her bag. “I’m sorry there’s a change of plan, but I didn’t want to say anything until we got here because I didn’t want anyone to flip out. Travis is coming, for sure,” she says in a firm tone. “I want to be with him, and he’ll be here any moment actually.”
Meanwhile, Curtis stares at Halsey too, a look of confusion on his handsome features.
“But can’t Travis get a hotel room? Sweetheart, I thought you said he was a successful entrepreneur. He can afford to splurge.”
“Travisisloaded,” Halsey affirms with a smile. “He just sold his company to Microsoft, or someone like that. But when we tried to look for hotels, they were all booked up for the holidays, and you know that NYC doesn’t have AirBnB, not really. So we figured we’d just stay here for the duration of the trip. He won’t be here long,” she says hastily. “Just over Thanksgiving break, and then he’s headed back to SF.”
Still, I’m utterly thrown by this unexpected announcement.
