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“Because.” He wobbles his head around as he searches for the right words.
“We went on a date and made out and stuff.”
His eyes flick over to me. “You fire him. He’s not to come back to your house. Ever.”
I roll my eyes. “We did not make out. We pretended to make out, Henley.”
He narrows his eyes as he stares back at the road.
“Anyway.” I smile sweetly over at him. I put my hand on his thick thigh. “It’s okay. I’ll figure it out.”
“What did he say?”
“What did who say?”
“When you told that dickhead that you wanted a friends with benefits situation, what did he say?”
“He told me that if I ever asked him, he would be more than happy with that arrangement.”
“I bet he did,” he sneers.
“I’m not going to ask him,” I add. “I have to work with him. It would be weird.” I try to dig myself out of the hole. Oh crap, I really am going to have to fire Joel now. Henley can never see him again.
“Anyway.” I squeeze his thigh. “It’s not your problem. You’re probably saving yourself for the love of your life to come along. And so you should too.”
His jaw tics in anger, and I roll my lips to hide my smile. It’s a wonder my nose isn’t a foot long, with all the lying I’m doing.
We drive the rest of the way in silence. I’m secretly high-fiving myself for sticking to the game plan and being so brave. And he’s probably thinking about ways to stuff me into the body bag.
The car pulls into the circular driveway, and the doormen rush to open our car doors. “Are we getting out here?”
“Yes,” he mutters distractedly. He passes the keys to one of the doormen. “Be careful with it, please.”
“Of course, sir. We will bring your bags to the room.”
“Thank you.” Henley takes my hand in his and leads me through the lobby. The hotel is fancy and over the top, with marble everywhere. “Two rooms in the name of Henley James, please.”
“Yes, sir.” The male concierge smiles. His eyes linger a little too long on Henley, and I feel my stomach twinge with jealousy.
He’s holding my hand, you know?
Jeez, some people.
He types into his computer and then passes over two keys. “Here you are, two rooms, as requested.”
“Thank you.”
“Have a nice stay.”
Henley leads me to the elevator, and we get in and turn toward the doors.
“He was checking you out,” I whisper.
He raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”
“I know so.”
“How would you know what checking me out is?” he mutters dryly. “You don’t do it.”
