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“Would it really not bother you if I were interested in Quinn?” she asks, and immediately red lights start flashing in my head. She’s told me she doesn’t like it when I give her permission to do things, so I feel like this is a trap she’s trying to catch me in.
I swallow the lump in my throat as she stares at me for my answer. With the added height from her heels, the top of her head is even with my shoulders. It’s the perfect height for me to lean down and brush a kiss over her lips opposed to her cheek.
I don’t want to see Mirabelle with Quinn. This isn’t up to me, though. Our relationship isn’t real, and she’s free to see whoever she wants. Why wouldn’t she want to be with Quinn? He’s closer to her age, they clearly get along, and her parents would be ecstatic because the idea of her dating me is apparently a nightmare.
Still, picturing them together makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
“No, it wouldn’t,” I say calmly, deciding that’s the safe answer instead of telling her how pissed it makes me.
Mirabelle shakes her head, her eyes narrowing as she laughs.Oh shit. That was the wrong answer.“Obvious, my ass. Fuck you, Henry.”
This time when she walks away, she doesn’t turn back.
I roll my shoulders, exhaling sharply as I watch her for a moment, noting the subtle sway of her hips before forcing my gaze to the ground. How can I be angry with Quinn for questioning how flexible she is, when I can’t stop staring at her, thinking thoughts I shouldn’t be.
Wilson laughs when I return, clearly having seen the whole interaction. “For someone who is supposed to be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, you two don’t look very lovey.”
“We’re going on a date tonight.”
He raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Since when? She did not look very happy with you as she stomped away.”
Since now.
We didn’t fuck everything up with her parents for us not to follow through with the plan.
“Shut up,” I grumble, grabbing my phone from the floor. I send a quick text to my assistant who handles my calendar, asking her to get a table at one of the best restaurants in town this evening.
It’s going to be a night we won’t forget.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mirabelle
I CAN’T BELIEVE Henry. He thinks I obviously like Quinn? What about all the years I’veobviouslybeen in love with him?
I hate that word.
Obvious.
Fuck me. Except no one’s doing that, because I’m so fucking obvious about who I have feelings for!
The only saving grace is Emily getting into town tomorrow afternoon. Then, I’m out of my boy bubble and back with a girlfriend my own age, since none of my coworkers want anything to do with me. Joke’s on them; I don’t want anything to do with them either.
I stomp into the house, still irritated from my conversation with Henry in the weight room. He’s an idiot. I’m aware I haven’t exactly come out and saidHey, Henry. I have had the biggest crush on you since I was like five years old. Will you just marry me already?So granted, how is he supposed to know that I like him?
Maybe because I’m soobviousabout who I supposedly like.
Idiots.
Men are idiots.
“Hey, Mirabelle?” Henry calls after me before I can disappear up the stairs and into my room. I ignored Henry the entire drive back, having shoved my headphones into my ears to make it apparent that I wanted nothing to do with him at the moment.
“What?” I ask, trying to keep the frustration out of my tone.At least I’m trying? Not very well, but I think I deserve an A for effort.
“We’re going out tonight. Dinner plans are at eight thirty, in case you want to get ready.”
Excuse me?“Were you even going to ask me, or are you assuming that I don’t have plans with say . . . maybe Quinn?” I turn around, resting my hands on my hips.
