Page 7 of Would You Rather
That grabs his attention. His head whips to the side, and his brows arch. “What girl?” he asks, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue.
I can’t help but let out a grunt. “There was this girl in the elevator with me. The rain messed with the power, and it stopped working, and the lights went out. She freaked out.”
“Fuck, really?”
I nod. “She was crying the whole time, yelling at me while I was trying to help.” I shake my head, remembering her snide remarks. “And then, when the lights finally came back on, she wouldn’t get up. It was like she couldn’t hear me, so I picked her up and dragged her out of there.”
“The plot thickens,” he says with a grin.
I nudge him again. James is a slut for gossip of any kind. “Yeah, well, the paps were after us and even managed to take some pictures of us, so I rushed us to a hotel, and then we parted ways.”
“That’s it? All of that and nothing?” he asks. “Not even a kiss or a number exchange?”
“Since when am I that guy?” I ask, glaring at him.
“True.” He snorts out a laugh. “You’re a prude.”
I let out a laugh. “I am not a prude. I just don’t go for random girls, especially rude ones who drive me crazy when I’m trying to help her.”
“Was she a crazy fan or something?”
I shake my head. “Not an ounce of recognition,” I smirk. “I kind of liked it, to be honest. You know, until she yelled at me.”
He laughs. “I would have loved to be a fly on the wall,” he muses, leaning back against the pillows.
“Of course you would.”
The door opens, and a male nurse comes in, checking his chart while I watch as James plainly checks him out—his eyes drifting to his figure with intrigue. The nurse smiles at him. “How you feeling?” he asks James. “That was a hard fall.”
James sits up and shrugs. “I have a hard body. Nothing can hurt me.”
The nurse laughs. “Well, that’s good.” He walks out a minute later, and James tracks his movement until he leaves.
“You’re flirting with your nurse?” I ask him, when we’re alone again.
He whistles. “Did you see him?”
I let out a laugh. “Did you forget I’m not into guys?”
He sighs like it’s a disappointment. “Your loss.”
“How about you focus on your own health before anything else?”
His lips lift in a grin. “Hey, I can still have fun. My dick still works.”
I grimace. That’s definitely more than I wanted to know about my best friend. “That’s wonderful information. Happy for you, bro.”
He laughs, facing the TV again. “Tell me more about this girl.”
Chapter 4
Taking chances
I need coffee.
Desperately.
I had the worst night ever, having spent most of the night tossing and turning, unable to shake off what happened yesterday. And eventually, which they always do, the unsettling memories of high school crept back, haunting me, hanging over my head like a dark shadow.
