Page 53 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Uh huh.” Atlee muttered in a way that made me think he didn’t believe me.

“I do.” I insisted.

He gave me the most condescending nod I'd ever seen.

What was with this guy? He didn’t know what I did in the past. Maybe I’d slept with someone, or did other stuff when I was drunk. It was plausible. Not even I knew what I did in that state.

“I have more experience than you think.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. I’ve been with all kinds of guys.”

Technically I was with Memphis all the time, and he was a guy.

Atlee’s brow lifted. “Can I be there when you tell Gio that?”

Asshole.

“Gio wouldn’t care.”

“Yes, he would.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“I’m pretty sure he would.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t.”

“Trust me,” Atlee said. “He would.”

“Why on earth would I trust you?”

“That’s fair,” he chuckled. “But I do know Gio. He’s a jealous asshole. He’s punched me more than once for checking you out?”

See, now I knew he was lying. “Why would you ever check me out?”

I was nowhere near the league of girls he went for. Then again, I did have a vagina and that seemed to be Atlee’s only requirement.

“Because I want to fuck you.”

His statement, bold as it was, only proved my point. Altee Fiore would sleep with anyone.

“Is that supposed to impress me?”

Atlee stepped back and gave me a strange look. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” I asked with an exaggerated eye roll.

“How hot you are.”

That made me snort. “Yeah, okay.”

Pretty sure I wasn’t going to be enlisted for the next swimsuit cover model anytime soon. I might be able to get my picture in the Walmart catalogue though. I’d just have to run behind someone in the middle of a photoshoot, and invent a Walmart catalogue.

“If it wasn’t for Gio, I’d have had you on your knees the first day we met.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? If so, he sucked at them.

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