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I take another step up the ladder to get to the apple, plucking it from the branch and looking for the next one. He’s right about the apples being better higher up on the tree, and I hate him for that. He’s perfect and he knows it.
I don’t want to tell him he’s right and feed his ego further. It’d probably explode from how big it is already.
“So, you were really just picking apples here all by yourself?” he asks from below me. “I’m still expecting a boyfriend to pop in and throw hands. I’d win, of course, but still…”
I roll my eyes, adding another apple to the bunch in my hands. “I was supposed to come with a friend, but they canceled on me last second. I already bought a ticket, so I figured I’d just come get some apples for myself. Not sure if that was a good idea now, though.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have to deal with you.”
He laughs. “I’m not that bad.”
“Oh? Then why are you here alone? Couldn’t find a date to bring?” I tease.
“I already told you why.”
“Yeah, and something isn’t adding up. You look like the type of guy who sells drugs, not one who bakes apple cake for his family,” I reply, stepping down from the ladder with a handful of apples.
“Nice apples,” he says, his eyes jumping between the apples in my arms and the printed apple that’s hiding under my dress.
My face flushes, and my skin prickles. “Were you…? You know what, I don’t want to know. Thank you for your help, and I hope you have a nice day,” I snap, dumping the apples into my basket.
“You’re leaving? Just like that?”
I ignore him, trying and failing to pick up my basket of apples. It’s too heavy.
“Let me help you with that.”
“No!” I slap his hand away. “Just leave me alone.”
“Damn, you’re a fussy little princess, aren’t you?”
I roll my eyes as I transfer the excess apples from my basket to his. “No, I’m just not in the mood to experience any more of your relentless taunting.”
“You sure you’re not just on your period?” he asks, and before I can think of a response, he continues, “Oh, no, sorry. You wouldn’t be wearing white panties if you were.”
My jaw drops. “I’ve had enough of you, asshole. I’m leaving, and if you follow me, I’m calling the police. I’m sure you have plenty of experience with them.”
“Not really. Just with women,” he replies coolly.
“Tell me more about how you’re a walking S.T.D.,” I reply, swinging my basket around as I turn away from him.
“I use protection most of the time.”
I laugh at the utter ridiculousness of his statement. “Mostof the time?”
“Well, I probably wouldn’t with you.”
And with that, I’ve had enough. I take my apples and I walk away from him, making sure I’m out of his line of sight before I break out into a run, dropping apples all the way back to my car.
2
Lola
Ifling my keys onto the mantel by the door and drop the basket of apples on the floor. I don’t even have the energy to take it all the way to the kitchen. I just want to collapse on the couch and binge watch videos on my phone until my brain recovers from Jasha.
But I may never be able to get that prick out of my head. He was stuck there for the entire drive home, his teasing words echoing in my ears until they worked their way all the way down between my legs.
