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“There’re a few things that may work.” She cocks a brow.
“Should I worry? Your love for serial killers isn’t taking over, is it?”
Her lips tip up at the corners. “You flatter me, but no need to worry. I have a better idea.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She bites her lower lip and my cock pulses beneath my zipper. “Mmmhmm. I want you to go back to your table, give her whatever story you want about me, then invite her over for dinner.”
I lean back, my knee grazing hers under the table, and tilt my head, confused. “You want me to invite her to my house?” She nods. “For dinner?”
“Yep. Except there won’t be a dinner.”
“There won’t?” I ask, utterly fascinated with the devious angel opposite me.
For the most part, I live life on the straight and narrow. Punctual for work and gatherings. Kind to others. Always there to lend a hand. A basic regimen I follow in my personal life. The only disruption is when I placate Kelli. Join her for a social event. Act as her arm candy to keep her happy, all for the sake of my job.
But I need out.
Hopefully Skylar’s idea doesn’t involve getting shoved in the back of a police cruiser. At twenty-three, Skylar is more mature than most women my age—Kelli included. But her revenge plot may be more juvenile with less life experience. Fingers crossed it’s not.
“Nope.”
She inches forward and I mimic the action. Quickly, she outlines her idea and I listen to every detail. With the basic plan laid out, we decide to iron out the specifics after work.
Regardless if the plan works or not, tonight will be unforgettable. Because Skylar will be in my house. In my space. In my bed.
I palm my dick under the table and groan. “Fuck, I want to kiss you.”
She licks her lips. “Plenty of time for that later. Now…” Scooting back, her leg grazing mine again, she waves over the server. “Get to work. I’ll text you later.”
After a quick adjustment, I exit the booth and walk back to Kelli. The closer I get, the more eager I am to get the ball rolling. This charade of hers has gone on too long.
“What’d she want?” Kelli asks with disgust bitter on her tongue.
“Calhoun-Kemp is catering an event for us. She’s been trying to update me, but we keep missing each other.” The lie rolls off my tongue easily. Not difficult when the person across from you is as artificial as they come.
“Well, prepare to be disappointed. She’s trash.”
My blood boils at her words, but I dampen the flame. Remind myself this will all be over soon. Tell myself Kelli won’t be an issue much longer.
Not after tonight.
Finishing half of my club sandwich, I ask the server to box up the rest. I hand her my card for the check and she scurries back to the kitchen. She dashes back with the receipt and my leftovers before wishing us a good day.
I exit the booth and wait for Kelli to do the same. “Come to the house for dinner tonight.”
“I, uh…” For the first time, Kelli hesitates. Maybe because I am initiating instead of her. Nonetheless, I find her reaction odd. For a woman who constantly inserts herself into my life, her hesitation gives me pause. “Yes, of course.”
“You sure?” We walk toward the door, Kelli leading, and I wink at Skylar before stepping outside. “If you have other plans, we can do another night.”
“Tonight works.” She riffles through the gargantuan red purse on her elbow. “Thought I had something on the calendar with Daddy, but that’s not tonight.” Artificial laughter spills from her lips.
Is she hiding something? Color me intrigued. Part of me wants to dig up that dirt.
“Great. Seven?” She nods and presses unlock on the fob, slipping behind the wheel. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Kelli gives me her well-practiced, fake-as-hell smile. “See you at seven.”
