Page 57 of Biggest Player
Her hand goes up, two fingers touching her skin. Nose. Cheeks. “I used to hate them growing up.”
I didn’t notice them at the restaurant, and I hadn’t noticed them in her photos.
“Do you cover them with makeup?”
She nods. “Sometimes. Depends.”
Hmm. “That’s a shame.”
I kind of want to lick them.
I kind of want to lick her all over, down the middle of her chest, down her stomach, see what’s beneath that white shirt.
“Are you okay?” Margot asks. “You look weird.”
“Huh?” I give my head a shake. “Sorry. I was just daydreaming.”About what you might look like with no clothes on.Hey, just ’cause we’re not going to have a relationship doesn’t mean we can’t have fun—does it?
I wonder if she’d be up for a friends-with-benefits situation or if she has her heart set on meeting someone for the long term.
She sips.
I sip.
Finish the second glass and push it forward; the little buzz I begin to feel surprises the shit out of me.
I stand, pushing the stool back in. “I should get to work, eh? I don’t want to take up your entire night.”
“Sure.” She nods. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Where’s the issue?” I come around to her side of the counter to get to the sink.
Margot pulls the cabinet open and bends to peer beneath. “It’s in there.”
“It’s in there?” I laugh, arm brushing hers.
She doesn’t move to give me more space, which I take as a good sign. She’s not apprehensive of me, and she doesn’t need to create distance.
“Have a flashlight? I’m going to have to get down in there.” To be on the safe side I add, “And maybe a towel or two.” If anything I’ll need one for my head, to get comfortable.
“You’re actually going to crawl down under the cabinet?” She appears skeptical. “Are you going to fit?”
She wouldn’t believe the places I can fit myself,if you catch my drift.
Ha!
I don’t say it out loud—I don’t need her thinking I’m a pig.
As I get down on my hands and knees to look below her sink, she hands me a flashlight that materializes out of nowhere. I click it on, pointing it at her pipes.
“Yup, it’s leaking,” I announce as if I’ve just solved her problem—a problem she was well aware of. She knew there was a leak and did not need me to remind her.
The thing is, I have no goddamn idea how to fix a leak, and we both know it. We also both know I’m never going to freely admit being incompetent.
No.
What I’m going to do is get down under this sink and get inside her cabinet and make a bigger mess than she already has.
Chapter 12
