Page 8 of Sinful as They Come
There was a glint in Brodie’s eyes as he smiled. “Take it as a compliment.”
I shook my head, placing all of the papers spread out in front me into a pink folder. Brodie and the other writers had come up with a lot of good ideas. Really good ideas. I was excited for the paper this year, especially since I was running it. Brodie seemed into it too – even if it was only for his college applications. I wasn’t about to hold that against him. He deserved to get into a good school.
“Are you heading home now?” I asked Brodie.
“Yeah. Sawyer’s picking me up. He’s not working this afternoon.”
“Well, I’d offer to walk you to your car or something, but he might run me over.”
“He’d probably take me out just to get to you.” Brodie snorted. “All good. I can get there myself. You leaving too?”
“Yup. Carter should be finished up with practice anytime now.” I looked at my phone. I wanted to hang out with Carter before I went home. Maybe an early dinner at Fran’s like we sometimes did. “Let’s go.”
I locked up the room, just about to tell Brodie goodbye, when I heard his voice.Sawyer.
“What the hell has been taking you so long?” Sawyer snapped. He was talking to Brodie, but he was looking at me as he spoke. “You said four-thirty. It’s nearly five. I’ve been out there waiting like a dumb ass. What the fuck?”
God, did he have to be so loud all the time? “Sawyer, do you have to yell?”
“Sorry, man.” Brodie held his hands up. “We got carried away. My bad.”
“You’re supposed to be some organized little know-it-all, right?” Sawyer gave me a death stare.
“Iamorganized,” I insisted. “Sorry we ran a little over our schedule. Thathappens when you’re brainstorming and working hard. Something you know nothing about.”
“You sitting at your little laptop and typing away isn’t hard work. No offense, Brodie.”
“I mean, I don’t have a laptop or anything, but thanks,” Brodie deadpanned.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I sighed. “Next time, I’ll make sure we finish on time so you don’t throw a hissy fit.”
“I’m not throwing ahissyfit,” he said, teeth gritted. “I just don’t wanna be waiting around because you don’t have your shit together.”
“Maybe you should stop finding a problem with literally every single thing that I do,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice low. Sawyer was too good at getting me riled up.
“Maybe you should realize that not everything revolves around you. Next time, be on time so I don’t have to wait around for your dumb newspaper shit to finish.”
I scowled at him. “Okay, first of all, don’t tell me what to do. Second of all, the newspaper is not dumb.”
“No, it is. And I don’t know how Brodie managed to survive spending two hours stuck in a room with you,” Sawyer barked at me before staring at his cousin. “You okay over there, Brodie?”
“Brodie seemed to survive,” I answered before Brodie could. “In fact, he seemed to enjoy spending time with me. Seems like you’re the problem. Again. But what else is new?”
Sawyer’s eyes suddenly flickered down to my chest. “Those tits, apparently. Did Daddy pay for them over the summer?”
I gasped and resisted the urge to cover up my breasts with my hands. Sawyer was trying to imply that I had implants? I didn’t. Not that there was anything wrong with getting them, but God, Sawyer was just being crude to infuriate me.
“I do not have—”
“Uh, what the hell is going on here?” a familiar voice said from behind me, cutting me off.
I let out a loud sigh of relief and turned around, coming face to face with Carter. His blond hair was wet. He must have just showered. Watching him closely, I saw how his blue eyes darkened before he looked past me and over at Sawyer and Brodie. “These assholes giving you trouble, babe?”
“Just one,” I sighed, resting my hands on Carter’s chest. I leaned in and gave his cheek a slow kiss. “Let’s go. Are you ready?”
Carter didn’t answer. “This your dumb ass cousin, Westbrook?”
“Hey,” Brodie laughed awkwardly. “That’s me.”
