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“What do you even mean?”
I lean forward, inhaling the flowery perfume that wafts toward me.
Focus, I tell myself. Tonight, I will unravel her.
“My question, Brit,” I repeat. “Does Blake even know?”
“Know what?” Her voice is demure, but it has an edge to it.
“That you’re not nearly as innocent as you pretend to be.”
Before she can answer, a waiter sweeps over. I dismiss him after picking the first thing on the menu. Brit takes her time, and I can tell once more that she’s trying to throw me off my question.
But she’s got no such luck.
“Tell me,” I say after the server walks away, leaning back so I can get a clear view of her. “What part of you is even real?”
There’s no hiding it now. Her entire face looks annoyedas she stares at me. “Once again, I have no idea what you’re blabbering about.”
I’m rather enjoying the chase. “I’m talking about what happened between us at that party.” I cross my arms over my chest. “During the massage session, I thought it was just a one-time thing.”
“What was?”
“The fact that you’re a skilled seductress.”
She makes a sudden, jerky movement, and my amusement grows.
“Why on Earth would you think that?” Her voice is so low, I can barely hear it.
A grin spreads across my face. “Maybe because I’ve known you for almost twenty years and only just realized there’s another woman behind the long skirts and the fake voice.”
There are blotches of red on her cheeks. “I don’t alter my voice.”
Even now, I still enjoy pissing her off. “Of course not.” I give her a reassuring smile. “You don’t.”
The server arrives and sets our plates in front of us. Brit gives me another glare before she lifts her chopsticks. I watch her eat, wondering what else she is hiding, how long she’s been hiding it, and why.
I’ve always found Britney attractive. Sure, she mostly looks at her feet, and she never did anything particularly appealing, but something about her exterior made me prod her even when she was a kid.
Now that I’ve learned she has way more secrets than anyone could ever fathom, she isn’t just attractive.
She is downright addicting.
“Are you just going to watch me or actually eat at some point?” She looks up at me between bites.
I shrug. “Not until you spill the beans. I like watching you. Also, it gives the pictures a more romantic vibe.”
There’s scorn on her face. “Sure.”
“So . . . are you?”
“Am I . . . what?”
“Going to tell me why you hide so much of yourself? Because I have a theory.”
She shrugs, her eyes set on her food. “Go for it,” she chirps. “You already know so much about me, don’t you?”
I lean back even further, keeping my arms crossed. “Girl gets born into a hockey-obsessed family. Parent and brother ignore her to play hockey. She gets into some freaky stuff . . . because, let’s face it, there’s nothing else to do in the boring old suburbs.”
