Page 64 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Only this time, they’re calling Tommy Timmy because they’ve already forgotten his name. Fucking rich people.
“What are you doing here?” Tag whisper yells at me, trying to keep from being overheard.
“That’s yet to be decided,” I answer absently.
“I saw in the socialite section that you’d been spending time with Britt, but since none of the guys mentioned it, I thought it was bullshit.”
“Apparently they don’t read the gossip columns,” I answer distractedly as Ash gives me an apologetic smile and mouths something that suspiciously looks like twenty-five, while tossing some money down.
“But seriously, what are they doing?” I ask again.
He groans. “They’re making bets on how long you last before the Sterlings manage to run you out.”
“And twenty-five minutes is the amount of time Ash is giving me?” I ask incredulously. “She’s the one who invited me.”
“She really invited you? That wasn’t just something you told them?” His eyebrows go up in surprise, then his eyes narrow when I nod. “Oh, I am so getting pancakes every morning for a week, two nights off from night duty, and some incredibly hot sex when I confront her with this.”
“So glad I could be of assistance,” I state dryly.
He grins, his eyes on Ash now, and she battles her own grin, like she knows what he’s thinking. Unreal.
“You should probably go soon. Ash always guesses too long. The guys will be eager to get rid of you before you can weave your groupie-effect spell on Britt.”
“You realize this sounds ridiculous, don’t you?” I ask him as he stands.
“Completely ridiculous,” he agrees without an ounce of humor in his tone as he goes to scoop up his son and mouths something at Ash.
My attention goes back to Britt, as she stares at me like she’s expecting me to vanish at any moment because she thinks she made me up.
“Why are the girls collecting money?” I hear Maverick asking.
As one, four Sterlings turn an abrupt glare on me as though it’s clicked in unison. Rye Clanton and Wren Prize just start grinning.
“I take it this is a common thing?” I muse, lips once again twitching as they stare at me like they want me dead. “What’s the minimum bet?” I add.
Dale Sterling walks up late, spotting me for the first time, and he points at me. “Why is he here? He wasn’t here when I went inside.”
“Found out Britt isn’t really gay,” I tell him with a growing grin. “Though some dude in tights tried to convince me otherwise.”
“They were leggings,” he growls.
“Okay, so we’re discussing that later,” Maverick says in a way that makes it sound like he’s annoyed he has to wait to probe. “And by later I mean as soon as this very bad nightmare ends.”
“I’m a nightmare?” I ask with a grin, leaning back in my chair as I put my hands behind my neck.
“I’m stuck on the part where you said you found out Britt isn’t gay. How exactly did you find out?” Kode asks me, eyes narrowing.
“I asked,” I say simply, keeping my smile in place.
“Want to see my garage?” Dane asks me seriously.
“I think I’ll pass,” I say with a growing smile. “Windows or windshields or whatever are usually much harder to break than simply bumping into them. Something tells me there’s not a fair chance in there to walk away without doing priceless damage that you, of course, know I can’t possibly afford.”
“Let’s take a ride,” Kode says with a cold smile.
“Again, I’ll pass.” My eyes flick to the girls, who are all watching like they’re expecting me to dart away at any moment. I’m rather underwhelmed with their methods so far. “Just curious, what’s the longest anyone has made it?”
“Anyone who came here to use Britt, take advantage of Britt, or probably hurt Britt has left before the forty-five minute mark,” Dale points out with a very non-friendly smile of his own.
