Page 39 of To Hate Adam Connor

“Fine,” I said, walking around her to get to the rack. “Then you’re trying this one.”

Olive looked at the white dress in my hands: it had a low dip in the back and it would fall all the way down to the floor on her. She was going to look mesmerizing.

“White?” she asked.

“Yes. White. Go change.” I gave her a little push and a pat on her ass, then she disappeared into the bathroom.

The only reason we weren’t getting naked in front of each other was because we wanted to make a grand entrance each time we tried a new one, build up some excitement.

“So…” she yelled from the bathroom as I sat my ass down on their bed.

“So?”

“So…how was it with Adam Connor? Every time I start mentioning him you tell me you hate him and then change the subject, and unfortunately for me you are good at that.”

“And what makes you think I won’t change it now?”

“Because you’ll pity me? Because all you said when you jumped over the wall to this side after Aiden went to sleep was how much you disliked Adam, and that’s not fair. Because how can you not talk about him to me when you spent…what four, five nights at his house? By the way, I have no idea how you got him to agree to that considering the way you met each other.”

“Maybe I’m not talking about him because I signed an NDA?”

“Don’t give me that crap, Lucy. You know I’m not asking about any private conversations you happened to overhear. I’m just asking what he is like. Like, what did you guys talk about? Did he smile at you? Did you wake up at night and take a peek in his room? Does he sleep naked? Half-naked?”

I snorted and reached for Olive’s phone. “I wonder who sounds like the psycho here.”

“I’m just asking because those are the things I’d expect you to do.”

“Thanks, Olive. I can answer one of the questions you have.”

“Please tell me he walks around naked.”

“I think I need to have a talk with Jason. Doesn’t sound like you’re getting it on the regular.” I opened the Internet browser on her phone.

“I am getting it every day, thank you very much.”

My lips twitched. I loved pushing Olive’s buttons.

“I’m just curious. Call it research if you will.”

“Sure. Just research,” I drawled, laughing. “What the heck are you doing in there?” I yelled. “Get out here so I can have a look.”

She opened the door and stepped out. “I had to pee first.”

“Whoa.” I exhaled, my eyes bugging out. “Holy shit, that looks good on you.” She looked down at herself and pursed her lips as if she wasn’t sure. “You don’t even have to try anything else, Olive. I’m telling you, that’s the dress for you.”

“You think so?” She walked over to the mirror, looking over her shoulder to see the back. “I love how light it feels on my skin, but it’s pretty low in the back.”

“It’s perfect. I’m not letting you wear anything else. Jason is going to flip.”

Her lips tipped up, and she smoothed the dress down as she kept her eyes on the mirror. “I think I like it too.”

“Trust me, it’ll drive him crazy every time he puts his hand on your back.”

“Okay. I’m sold.”

“And,” I said, waiting for her to look at me. “It looks beautiful on you. It’s going to be an amazing night, Olive. You have nothing to worry about.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled. “How do you know I’m worrying?”

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