Page 12 of The Plan

I take my phone back before her nosy ass slides up, not that I mind, but she’s just going to say the texts are flirty, and they're not.

“I mean, I guess so.”

She eyes me suspiciously.

“He wants to take me out on a date,” I regrettably add, and she stares at me with a knowing look.

“Told you.” She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink as I go to reply to Sire, but he says he sees me.

“Told me what?” She told me a lot, and unfortunately, she’s been right lately.

“He wants to sleep with you,” she says like it’s a no-brainer, and as soon as that leaves her mouth, she slightly smirks at someone above me.

“Who wants to sleep with you?” Of course, Sire is behind me, and of course, he heard that. I turn around, and he looks between the both of us, waiting for a response.

“Apparently, you do.” I watch as a smirk grows on his face, and I smile before shaking my head at him.

“I like how you don’t beat around the bush.” He nods, more to himself.

I squint my eyes at him, and his smirk grows into a smile. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“You didn’t ask one.” Touché. He takes a seat in the chair behind me, then turns my chair so I’m facing forward instead of facing Hazel with my back to him.

“What are you doing here?” He pops one of my fries in his mouth, then lays back in his seat, spreading his legs a bit.God, he’s so hot it hurts.Now I never denied he was attractive because, I mean, come on, that’d just be a lie. I only said I wouldn’t date him.

“I came to see you, duh.” See me?

“But why? You just saw me less than an hour ago.” He goes to take another fry, and I smack his hand away. He didn’t even ask, rude.

He cracks a small smile at me, then takes the fry anyway. “Maybe I want to sleep with you.” I fake a gag, and he bursts into a laugh. As soon as the sound reaches my ears, I can’t look away. I watch him with a small smile as he leans his head back and dies of laughter.

How can his laugh sound like that? There is nothing boyish about Sire. He’s a full-grownman,yet he laughs like a little boy. It’s the sweetest thing ever. It even sounds sweet. Like if his laugh could be a taste, it’d be cavity-earning sweet.

His laugh sobers, and he turns to me, his eyes still shining. “Oh, come on, I'm not that bad in bed.” I roll my eyes at him and open my mouth, but he beats me to it. “It’s not arrogance—it's confidence.”

Yeah, and he has too much of it. He shakes his head at me as if he can read my mind, and then he turns to Hazel. “Will you tell your best friend to give me a chance?”

“In bed or on a date?” I laugh at her, but I feel my body heat a bit. Luckily, he doesn’t get a chance to answer as she goes on. “Because she doesn’t do boyfriends, thanks to her dumb rule, but she’s totally down for sleeping with you.” I go completely still at her bluntness, but she only sits there like she just did me a huge favor.

Sire looks between us before his eyes land on me, and it surprisingly doesn’t grow awkward between us. “Noted.” He smirks at me, and I try to play it cool and eat a few fries to stop myself from smiling.

“Unfortunately, though, I’m not sleeping with you unless you’re mine.” He shrugs, and I squint my eyes at him.

“Unfortunately?” I tease, and he clearly bites back a smile. I shrug. “Well, I don’t date, so let me know if you change your mind, and maybe I’ll still be down to get with you.”

He laughs beside me and leans forward, suddenly dangerously close. “So are you not letting me take you out because of this rule, or is it something else?”

I shrug before saying, “Maybe I don’t like you.” He breaks into a hysterical laugh beside me, and I only lightly laugh since it wasn’t that funny.

His laugh sobers after a few beats, and he looks down at me with a smile. “Oh, come on, beautiful, we’ve been going on these double dates for months. I highly think that’s not true.”

“They werenotdouble dates.” August and Hazel have been inviting us out with them, but I don’t get why they all keep calling them dates?!

“Right.”

I look away but feel him watching me, and I try with everything in me to keep my eyes away from him.

“Either way, everyone likes me.” He says it so… confidently that I laugh at him this time. He’s ridiculous.

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