Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Why does me being here bother you so much?” Miller asks, stretching back in the chair.
“Is it because you want me?”
“Miller, the only thing I want from you,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest, “is for you to stay in your corner.” I watch them going back and forth.
“Did you get my Snapchat?” he asks her, and I about choke, thinking about when he accidentally sent out his penis picture to all of his contacts.
“I’m not on Snapchat,” she says, and by the look he’s giving her, I wonder what’s up.
“You gave me your snap name.” He gets up now, opening the app on his iPhone and turning it to show her and then coming to show me.
“Um.” I look at him and then look at Layla. “She actually doesn’t have Snapchat.” I break the news for her, and I see the horror on his face.
“What?” he whispers and looks down at his phone like it might blow up. “I’ve been sending this person pictures of myself.”
“Why the fuck are you sending pictures of yourself?” I ask, and he looks at Layla.
“Why would you send me pictures of yourself?” she asks him after me.
“To entice you.” He winks at her, and I have to say he is very persistent.
“I’m not interested in you,” Layla says. “Not before, not now, not tomorrow. It’s just never going to happen.”
“You know what they say.” He puts his phone in his pocket. “Never say never.” He smirks at her, gives her one more wink, and then looks at me. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
He walks to Layla. “You call me if you change your mind.” He tries to bend to kiss her, and she pushes him away.
“Gross, I don’t even know where those lips have been or who you touched last.” She runs away from him and hides behind me.
“If you give me a chance,” he says to her, and she holds up her hand. “I’ll see you later.” He walks out of the kitchen and the front door slams shut.
“Jesus,” Layla says, walking over to the sink. “I need a shower to wash all the cooties off after seeing him.” She shivers and washes her hands. “You should have given me a warning or something.” Looking over, she glares at me.
“You didn’t give me a chance,” I say, walking back to my chair and closing the book that holds all of Miller’s stuff. “You literally hung up.”
“Ugh whatever,” she says, walking over to my fruit bowl and grabbing the oranges and then going to the fridge to grab some strawberries. “He gets on my last nerve.” Coming over, she sits down in the chair next to me and not in the chair that Miller just got out of.
“You say that every single time,” I say, looking at her. “It’s like all this pent-up se—”
“So, help me God, if you mention me and sex with Miller one more time, I am breaking up with you,” she says, peeling her orange.
“You guys are like two cats.” I bring the water bottle to my lips. “In heat.” I wink at her when she fake vomits.
“Whatever,” she says. “What are you doing now?”
“I was going to get my schedule for tomorrow going,” I say, looking down at my to-do list that is slowly shrinking. The last thing I have on the list is to call Ralph. It’s been on my list for the last nine days, yet I haven’t called him once. Picked up the phone, yes. Dialed his number, yes. But actually, pressed the green button? Nope. I’m sticking to texting.
“You and your lists,” she says, laughing at me. “Ohh, what is that last one?” She points at the pad with her perfectly manicured nails tapping the pad.
“I have to touch base with Ralph to ask him a couple of questions.” I avoid her eyes, and I know she isn’t going to let it go.
“You like him,” she points out.
“I work for him.” I tap my thumb on the table. “Which means that he’s a no-go zone.”
“What if you didn’t work for him?” she asks me, popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Would you go for him?”
“I don’t think that matters,” I say. “He’s unavailable.”
“How do you know?” She just watches me.
“We had a conversation,” I say, and she raises her eyebrows. “Just stop, okay? I was at his house, and we had a conversation.” Cutting the topic off. “Are we going to go shopping, or are we staying in?” I close my laptop. “If we go out, I have to change.”
“Changing the topic.” She winks at me now just like Miller did to her not too long ago. “Smart, we can go shopping,” she says. “Or we can stay in and watch that new show on Netflix that people are talking about.”