Page 45 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
He looks down with that punchable grin of his and shakes his head. “Leave me out of it, man.”
Nice. Real nice. That’s his way of defending his girl when some guy’s being an ass?
Okay, fine.I’mbeing an ass. But it’s all part of our game, and I know that Bailey knows it, even if no one else does.
All this bickering and teasing is feeling more and more like sexual tension, and I can’t be the only one who senses it.
Actually, I know I’m not.
“I’m serious,” I say to Grayson, because putting him on the spot is kind of fun. “Is she this weird about sex with you?”
“Zack.” Bailey hisses my name, and when I turn to look at her, I’m caught off guard by the embarrassment in her eyes.
Crap. I…hadnotmeant to do that.
It’s not just her normal prudish weirdness that I see, it’s something more.
And even as I’m thinking that—I know. I get it.
She hasn’t had sex with Grayson.
Don’t ask me how I know, but I do. She has this guilty look going on that makes me want to ram my fist into Grayson’s jaw. Meanwhile, he’s still doing that head shaking grin thing as he looks down at his burger like he’s no longer a part of this conversation.
I feel Toni’s gaze on me, and Jessica and her friend are waiting like vultures for someone to be humiliated.
But it won’t be Bailey.
I like to tease the girl, that’s all. I’m not gonna make her any more of an embarrassment than Grayson already has.
So I drop it, distracting everyone by pulling out a tacky blue keychain and throwing it in Bailey’s direction. She catches it and then frowns down at the trinket.
Grayson laughs. “Where’d you find a Smurfette keychain?”
I can’t make out Bailey’s expression because her head is tipped down, studying the little figurine and turning it over in her hands. “We sell them at the souvenir shop.”
Her voice is tight and weird. And then her shoulders start to shake and she lets out a hiccupy sound.
She’s laughing.
Bailey is laughing.
I made Bailey laugh.
She looks up at me with arched brows, her eyes dancing with amusement. “You better not have stolen this.”
Grayson’s smile is fading fast as she and I keep staring at one another, ignoring him entirely. I hold my hands up, my smile widening. “Why do you always assume the worst?”
“Uh, because I know you?” she deadpans.
I pretend to be offended. “Cold, Bailey. So cold.”
She smirks in response, and a smirk looks good on her. It’s sexy as hell. “Tell me you didn’t shoplift from your own store.”
“I didn’t, actually.” I pause. “I shoplifted fromyourstore.”
“Zack,” she groans.
“I take no responsibility for that store,” I continue, ignoring her withering glare.
