Page 52 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
She looks around us at the empty store that we’re supposed to man until closing. Point taken.
“Fine, tonight.”
She bites her lip and her eyes widen. I half expect her to back out, and I wouldn’t really blame her if she did. She’s having a day.
But she nods. “How? I mean, what’s our game plan here?”
I hold back a sigh. She’s overthinking this in a big way, but then again—this is Bailey. Overthinking is her superpower.
“We don’t need some grand plan,” I say. “We just need to make sure he sees us gettin’ it on.” I bite my bottom lip and give a couple of hip thrusts like I’m James Brown or something.
She rolls her eyes, but I catch her lips twitching as she fights a smile. And hell, after watching her heart break all over again just seconds ago, that hint of a smile feels like the world’s best win.
She arches her brows in a cute, haughty look. “You do know we’re notreally‘getting it on’ right?”
I stare. “Did you just use air quotes?”
She does it again as she says, “I did.”
I choke on a laugh. “You’re such a dork.”
Her lips finally curve up as she loses the battle with her smile. “And you didn’t answer my question.”
“Okay, fine.” I lift myself up so I’m sitting on the counter, my legs swinging as she scowls.
She may have told me a time or two that sitting on the counter is a no-no.
“We’ll keep it simple,” I say. “All we need to do is find a spot where we know he’ll be and let nature take its course.”
She purses her lips in a look that says she’s unimpressed by my plan. Or maybe it’s the ‘nature taking its course’ part that annoys her.
“Where’s he going to be tonight?” I ask.
The sad thing is, she knows his schedule. And I know she knows.
“He’s going to Darcy’s for some party.” She wrinkles her nose, no doubt at the idea of trying to stage our ‘gotcha’ moment in front of half our class.
“So, we catch him before that,” I say.
Her eyes get a glint. I’m not going to say it’s excitement, but whatever it is, it’s wicked, and it’s bright, and…quite honestly, it’s sexy as hell.
“He’s on closing duty tonight,” she says.
Closing duty means he’ll be at the staff trailer filling out paperwork as they tally the days’ ticket sales. One of the perks of working at the souvenir shop is getting to skip all that crap.
But closing duty also means we know exactly where he’s going to be tonight before he takes off to hang with his friends.
We share a look, and then Bailey starts to fidget. “So…what? We just plant ourselves in front of the staff trailer and start making out?”
I grin. She sounds so turned off by the idea of making out with me, it’s kind of hilarious. Sure, some guys might be offended, but my ego can handle it.
In fact, a little part of me may have just perked up at the challenge.
I’m going to kiss Bailey Turner tonight…
And I’m gonna do it right.
Out of nowhere, I have this vision of Bailey in my arms, her lips parted and her eyes glazed with desire. I imagine kissing heruntil she forgets her own name. Until she forgets that I’m me, and she’s her, and we’re...us.
