Page 24 of Accidental Husband
"No. I'll buy the lingerie. You'll buy the lattes."
"You know what, Jules? Drinks are on me. The whole trip."
"All drinks?"
I nod. "All the disgusting, tequila and iced teas you want."
"Okay." She moves to her closet. Which is nearly empty. All her clothes are on the floor. "What am I doing to your place?"
"You're staying with me when we get back."
"I am?"
"You'd rather stay here?"
"No, but your place only has the one bedroom."
"You can stay in my bed."
She stares at me like I'm crazy. "On the sheets stained with sex from eight thousand one-night stands? No thanks."
"I bought new sheets."
"You did not."
I nod. "Wanted you to feel at home." I pull out my cell and show off my recently made bed. The corners are tucked. The Dodgers sheets match the Harry Potter bedspread perfectly.
She laughs. "For the record, Harry Potter is middle grade, not YA."
"You wantThe Hunger Gamesinstead?"
"You did not getThe Hunger Gamessheets."
"You're right." I can't help but smile. "But I did getTwilightsheets."
"You're disturbed."
"You're the one who loves sparkly vampires."
"You know I hated those books."
"So much you read them twice."
"Hate read them."
I nodsure.
She nodsyeahand turns back to the closet. She scans her selection of dresses. I recognize all of them. Homecoming, prom, high school graduation, interviews, first date with Jackson, college interviews.
There's this short white sundress in the corner of the closet. It's tight. Sheer. Like something for a cocktail party on the roof. One where you're going to sneak off and fuck on the balcony.
It's short enough and low cut enough to make that very fucking fun.
"That's perfect." I push aside mental images of Jules in that dress. Of her sitting on a patio couch, leaning over, letting her tits spill from the soft fabric.
It's a good move. It's good she'll be able to entice her paramour.
Fuck, I'm no fan of Haley Williams's screech, but I have to give it to her—that name is brilliant. And her orange hair is pretty fucking fierce too.
