Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Because you’re Mr. Popular. Your classroom is the fun zone, and you’re the head ringleader of the entertainment circus. You know everyone, and everyone knows you, and they all fawn all over you constantly.”
His amused smile is infuriating. “I think maybe you’ve done a little bit of judging when it comes to me that’s not fact-based.”
This is so not the time to get into all the things I’ve judged this guy for. It would take wayyy too long. This is the time to sort this out and get back to my relaxing vacation.
I snag my phone from the kitchen counter and send a text to someone who might actually be able to help me.
Me: Do you have Kimmie’s number?
Anna: Seeing as I accidentally groped her AND her husband in the same night at that teachers’ night out thing you missed…no. I deleted it for my own safety. Why?
Frackety frack frack!
Does Kimmie Ward even have a freaking phone? I mean, how does no one have her number?
I hesitate over the screen as I decide whether I want to open this can of worms with Anna via text, but I quickly choose to depose her on this debacle at a later time, you know, when I’m not standing in a towel with shampoo in my hair while my archnemesis looks on.
“Forget it,” I mutter to myself and click out of my messages and go straight for the confirmation email I received. “I’ll call RentBNB customer service.”
“Right now?” Mack questions lightly, his eyes widening at the sight of me.
“Right. Now.”
I’m cold and wet and soapy, but I’ll be damned if I do even one dang other thing before I get this sorted out.
Mack
I know it wasn’t great of me to pretend I don’t have Kimmie’s number, but sweet Katy and I have been on the wrong foot since the day I grew them in the womb—or at the very least, the day we started at Calhoun Elementary together five-plus years ago.
Even Cosmetology Star Dana is aware of our issues—it’s exactly why she put us together for Career Day planning.
I sigh as Katy paces the living room in her towel, silently wondering how a woman with shampoo in her hair and a scowl on her face and a giant rod that far up her ass could still manage to be this fucking beautiful.
She chats animatedly with the customer service line for RentBNB, and I try really hard not to notice how sexy her legs look beneath the white cotton material of her towel. She pauses briefly and turns to me, lifting a hand to her other ear. “You think maybe you want to get on the phone with customer service too?” she whisper-scolds, making me suck my lips into my mouth to keep from laughing.
As if both of us on the phone with customer service is going to do anything but cause more confusion.
“Nah.” I shrug. “Looks like you’ve got it covered.”
Glowering, she turns back to face the windows again and continues her politely toned tirade.
“Yes, I understand that it’s an automated system and that it’s never been double-booked like this before, but it’s double-booked now, and I’m currently looking at the other double-bookee standing across from me in the living room. Inconvenient, yes. But probably not as inconvenient as it was ten minutes ago when we were looking each other in the eye while I took a shower, wouldn’t you say?” She laughs. “Yes, that’s exactly what happened.” She pauses. Listens intently. Then adds, “Okay… So, what are we supposed to do now?”
I take another swig from my glass of wine and smile to myself when I realize she’s still pacing the living room, in her towel, with shampoo still matted to her wet hair.
The woman is so worked up over this whole mix-up that she didn’t even finish her fucking shower.
If only Katy Cat would let me be the one to help her relax…
“No, that’s not acceptable.” She shakes her head. “That’s not what either of us booked. We thought we were getting a place to ourselves, and we paid a price tag that suggested the same. This isn’t an episode of Married at First Sight, and I’m too young to be a cast member on Three’s Company.”
She glances over her shoulder at me briefly and then turns back to the window, her voice lowering to a murmur. “Listen, we’re not technically strangers because we work together, but I don’t think you’re understanding how much I do not want to be here with this person. The two of us are like oil and water. We don’t mix.”
Ouch. I mean, listen, I know the woman isn’t fond of me, but hearing her say it aloud hurts a little more than expected. She whispered at least, clearly trying to spare my feelings, but I heard her, nonetheless. And it’s surprisingly wounding. I’ve never really had anyone truly not like me before. Maybe I need to tone it down just a little…give her a chance to see another side of me.