Page 82 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
“After this … do you want …” She pauses, and her cheeks flush the reddest I’ve seen them all night. I tilt my head, maybe understanding where this is going.
“In the office wasn’t enough for you?”
She shrugs while giggling nervously.
“What do you want, Taylor?” I ask in a commanding tone.
She flicks her finger, and I bend down. She cups her hand over her mouth and whispers into my ear, “Would you be interested in coming back with us?”
I lean back, smirking. “So formal.”
“I panicked,” she says, shaking her head. “I didn’t know how to say it.”
“I’m getting mixed signals,” I tease. “Your boyfriend told me hands off earlier.”
She hums. “Looks like he changed his mind.”
“You two would be fun.” I raise a brow. “So, how do you see this going?” I ask, playing with the ends of her wig. The nervous look that follows is too cute. She’s a good girl who wants to be bad. That’s fun.
“I want to be God’s favorite.”
“You want to be a pillow princess?”
I drag my eyes down her slowly, taking in the wig, the short nurse dress, her thighs. “Where’s the afterparty?”
“Brandon’s.”
I tap my fingers on my lips, pretending to think, even though I already know my answer. “I’m down.”
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“Okay,” I say quickly, ignoring my water and walking away. That was weird of me. Embarrassing, even. But also—holy shit—I’m about to live out a book fantasy. Two gorgeous guys. One very willing me.
Focus, Taylor.
Tapping my phone, I have to work for just a little bit more. I need to announce the costume contest, take more content, and not combust.
Normally, I’d be speed-walking to find Gwen and Morgan, already breathless with gossip. Still, I need to know what they’re doing after this. If Kyle comes back with me … us … yeah, that’s going to raise some questions.
I spot them at a tall boy table, flirting with a couple guys dressed as cowboys.
“Hey!” I cut in, pretending I’m not freaking out in the best way. “What are you feeling after this party?”
“Well,” Gwen says, flipping her hair, “these cowboys are trying to convince us to go to a bar down the street.”
She wants to go with them.
“I’m being convinced,” Morgan adds, eyeing the taller one.
“Sounds fun!” I say, maybe too eagerly. “You shoulddefinitelydo that.”
They both look at me suspiciously.
“Since Brandon’s here—” I start.
“We know whatyou’regoing to be doing,” Morgan interrupts. “Or should I say who.” She nudges into me.
No, no you donot. I fight back a smile.
