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“Yes?”
“Theo is in town and you’re going out to dinner with him?”
That was what she got out of my word vomit? One photo of the guy and she wanted to marry him.
“Yes.”
“Can I come?”
I stood in my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was snarled from making out and then my mad dash. I had dirt on my cheek and… holy shit, was that a hickey on my collar bone? I tugged down the neckline of my t-shirt for a better look.
Yes, it was.
I grinned. Maverick had marked me.
Why I liked that, I had no idea.
“Yes, you can come.”
“Next question, and I want to make sure I heard you correctly. Maverick wrote a sex quiz?”
“Yes.”
“I have sub-questions about that, but I need to stay focused. Did you say Maverick ate you? Jake Ryan ate your pussy.”
“He’s not Jake–” I closed my eyes, then said, “Yes.”
Her scream had me pulling my cell from my ear.
“I’ll be right over.”
She hung up and I hopped in the shower.
By the time I was done, Mal was pulling clothes from my closet. Her long hair was half up, half down in a cute look. She’d changed since the parade, and now wore a pale blue sundress that bared her shoulders and made the color of her eyes pop. She had on makeup and earrings. She was ready for dinner with zero notice, and I had no idea how she did it.
I went to my dresser for panties and a bra. When Lindy first took me and Mallory bra shopping when we were twelve, she told me to always get pretty matching bra and panty sets because no one was going to see them but me and it made a girl feel pretty. She said it was one thing to be pretty for others, with fancy clothes to show off in, but another to be pretty in secret.
Obviously, the talk was when I was young and years and years away from any boy ever seeing me in my underwear, but her lesson then made sense. I didn’t have to make myself pretty for any guy. I hadn’t. Not even for Professor Diego.
Until Maverick. For him, I wanted to.
“Why are all these things so big?” she asked, studying a black long-sleeved top I wore to work.
“Because my boss was a pervert, and I wasn’t offering him a free show.”
She lowered the shirt she held and cocked her head to the side. “That’s fucked up all around. None of your clothes are the least bit revealing, and I mean the ones that fit. But he’s gone now thanks to one particular sexy guy.”
While I hid my body and my pretty underwear sets from Jason the Jerk beneath baggy clothes, Maverick got to see them. My underwear and my body. And he liked them. A lot.
Lindy was right way back when and she was right now.
I pulled out lavender lace panties and pulled them on beneath my towel.
“You know calling Maverick James sexy is being hypocritical. That’s why Jason got fired.”
“There’s no similarity at all,” she replied. “Because it’s not a power thing. You called me because you want to tease your new boss with that hot little bod of yours.”
I grabbed my glasses and frowned while I did it. I hated when she was right.
