Page 161 of Broken by my Bully
Alarm bells are clanging in my head. I lick my lips, shrug. “Those polo shirts?” I gesture at my neck. “The popped collars? And his hair is just way too neat.”
Melissa snorts. “Yeah, I suppose he might be on the bi end of the spectrum. Only ever wanted to fuck in the shower. But he got hard for me. That counts, right?” She turns to me, frowning. “Do I look mannish to you?”
I stare at her in her pink suit-skirt. Her long, sculpted legs. Her immaculate hair and stunning almond eyes.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
She laughs. “Thank God.” But there’s just a touch of unease around her eyes as she gathers up her toiletries. “Need a hand with your things?” Her eyes dart to my bed, then back to me.
“Nah. One more trip, max.”
“’Kay. See you in a bit.” She pauses at the door and turns back to me. “Oh, yeah. What are you wearing tomorrow?”
I look down at myself. “Uh…clothes?”
She’d been about to walk away again. She grabs onto the doorframe and gives me a hard stare. “To the Rain Dance.” I guess my face isn’t screaming gotcha, because she rolls her eyes. “The fundraiser we were literally just discussing in the meeting?”
“That’s tomorrow?” I clear my throat.
“Yeah, it’s tomorrow. Did you forget?”
Guess I missed the memo.
“Oh, uh…what’s the dress code again?”
“Black tie.” Her bunny slipper gives me a dismissive bob when I just keep staring. “I’ll send you all the deets.”
A black-tie fundraiser?
I didn’t even go to prom.
Melissa leans out into the hall as if she’s checking to make sure it’s clear. “Who would you pick, though?” she stage-whispers.
She’s giving me mental whiplash.
“Kai or Ezra?” I grimace.
She rolls her eyes again, checks the hallway again. “Kai orRooke.”
“Oh my God, Melissa!” I rush at her, giving her a playful shove.
She giggles as she stumbles into the hallway, catching her balance and heading for the bathroom down the hall. But she turns around after a few steps, walking backward as she calls out, “Both?” She points at me with a slipper. “You’d pick both, you dirty slut.”
I give her the finger, and her laugh follows me down the stairs as I head for the Land Rover to collect the last of my things.
Both.
I huff out a sardonic laugh as I roll my shoulders and pop the trunk.
Nowthat’sasking for drama.
“Nice car.”
I don’t realize I was staring off into space until the voice behind me snaps me back to reality. Grabbing the first thing I can lay my hand on, I spin around and face off with Kai.
“You stay the fuck away from me!” I brandish my flashlight like a baton. It’s pretty hefty, but I doubt I can swing it hard enough to dent Kai’s thick skull.
Won’t stop me from trying.
