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“MaybeI should open a sex store instead,” he said sarcastically. “Because Vegas is really starving for more sex stores. And people in Vegasreallyneed more”—he randomly grabbed a toy off the shelf and looked at it—“Clone-Your-Own? The hell is this, anyway?”
“It’s a molding kit to make a dildo from your own penis,” I murmured.
“Huh. Really? That’s kinda cool, actually,” he said, surprised. “I could see this coming in handy. I might buy it.”
I leaned closer and saw he’d grabbed the large. “But might I recommend sizing down? A little guy like you probably needs the small.”
He gasped, pretending to be injured. “Did you justbody shameme? I’m disappointed in you, McKayla. I thought this was a sex-positive safe space that is inclusive to all body shapes and sizes.”
“I know you’re only saying that sarcastically and making fun of everything I believe in.” I shut my eyes and sighed. “But that doesn’t make what I said okay. I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong. And I apologize.”
His features soured with disappointment. “Ugh. Please. Don’t take all the fun out of this.”
A shocked laugh escaped me. “You actually enjoythis back-and-forth, don’t you?”
“Love it, actually. It’s kinda my job.”
“That, and spending daddy’s money, right?” I teased.
He grinned. “Man. I wish I could tell ya how much I love it that you think I’m a trust fund kid.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t stop thinking it.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so funny.”
And I’m so over this.
“Well, Brett, it’s been fun,” I said, and stepped behind the sales counter. “But I’m not changing how I do the window displays, and I’m not interested in selling the lease, either. So unless you’ve got anything else you want to say, I think we’re done here.”
He lingered. We stared at each other over the sales counter, our eyes locking.
It’s a shame you’re such an ass,I thought, holding his gaze.Because you might be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
“Nice to meet you, McKayla,” he said. “Guess I’ll see you around?”
My response wasn’t exactly enthusiastic: “Mm.”
The door bells jangled as Brett left the store.
Raven, having watched the whole scene, stared blankly at me. “Holy shit. Dude. What wasthat?”
“An utter train wreck,” I said. “Can you believe that?”
“What I can’t believe is how hard you two were flirting with each other.”
I was flabbergasted. Flirting wasnothow I would describe what had just happened. “Flirting?Are you insane? I just argued with that guy for like five minutes straight.”
“Yeah, and you were both eyeing each other like you were about to rip each other’s clothes off and hate-fuck each other. The tension was unreal.”
I laughed out loud. “Raven … please. He’s short. And an asshole. Not interested. Not evencloseto interested.”
“Hmm,” was all she could say.
4
Brett
The high-pitched shriek of Coach Miller’s whistle echoed in our practice facility.“NEXT!”Coach yelled, sending me and Brock on a two-on-one drill.
