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“I’m an open book,” she boasted. “Ask me anything.”
“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Anthony muttered. “I mean, youareour boss.”
“Well, since I’m not expecting any of you to ask me what position I like best in the bedroom, I think we’re okay, Anthony,” she replied, tossing him a little wink.
I started choking on my tea.
Hunter started slapping my back to save me.
“Uhm…” I looked over to see Anthony’s face beet red.
“I’m just teasing,” Jersey chuckled. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Anthony.”
“No,” he mumbled. “It’s okay.”
We ended up spending the next hour sharing superficial fun facts about ourselves, and because God had decided to bless me, Jersey had kept me behind after Hunter and Anthony had left to show me where the safe was and how to count the money in the cash registers. For safety reasons, the cashiers were the only employees with access, and though she trusted all of her employees, the less people that knew how to work the safe, the better.
Hunter had not been a happy camper when he’d left.
Chapter 13
The chances we take.
Alexandria~
Ihad today off, which was a good thing. After going over my new work schedule, I’d seen that I was going to have to work two days with Hunter this week, but not until the end of the week, so that would give us plenty of time to clear the air between us. When Kenzlee had called me last night to ask me how things were going between me and Hunter, I had confessed to being stupid and a coward, and her silent support had been all that I’d needed to get my head out of my ass.
So, the new plan was to finally talk to him, apologize, then hope to salvage our friendship. I was selfishly counting on Hunter being a good guy to get me through this, but even if he did forgive me, I still had these damn feelings for him that I had to deal with.
“Well, well, well, Alexandria Grant.” I looked up from my laptop to see Jessica walking into our room. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
I turned on my bed, my schoolwork momentarily forgotten. “What are you talking about?”
Jessica strolled in, setting her stuff on her bed before getting comfortable. “Hunter Finley,” she announced.
I could feel my stomach dip with trepidation.
How did she know?
“What about Hunter?”
“I share a class with Rico Tarsiers and Carrie Fenton, and Rico mentioned how you were friends with Hunter Finley,” she went on, looking at me like she’d just caught me red-handed in something.
“I’m not following,” I replied. “I told you that I had a friend named Hunter.”
“You didn’t tell me that he was famous,” she accused.
“That’s because he’s not,” I clarified for her. “Rico is just fangirling over him because Hunter’s best friends with Talon Draven, and Rico is into the fighting scene. Hunter isn’t famous.”
She bristled a bit, looking every bit the haughty aristocrat. “Maybe not,” she said, relenting some. “However, I looked him up, and you didn’t tell me that he was fucking gorgeous.”
Jealousy was an ugly emotion, really.
“That’s not true,” I argued. “You asked me the other night if Hunter was hot, and I specifically remember telling you that he was.”
Ignoring the truth of that, she asked, “Why haven’t you introduced us?”
That had my head jerking back a bit. “Why would I? I had no idea that you were interested in Hunter, nor am I responsible for recruiting Hunter’s dates for him.”
