Page 87 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“Do me a favor?” He’s got this sexy, lazy tone as he crosses toward me and lowers his voice. “Let me know when you’re ready to take another...break.”
Right now that warmth in his eyes is so hot it’s ready to spark into flames, and I feel the same potential energy humming through my veins.
All it takes is a long look, a stolen touch, a brush of lips, and we combust into a raging inferno.
It’s simple chemistry. It’s pheromones and hormones and...I get that. But that doesn’t make it any less overwhelming.
I push against his chest playfully when he starts to back me into the wall of stuffed animals. “You’ll be the first to know.”
I glance at the front door when the bell dings and we watch an older couple head toward the postcards. “But for now...” I take him by the arm and steer him toward the counter. “Back to work.”
He groans, and I’m not gonna lie—I’m disappointed too. I’m enjoying the heck out of all this ‘practice’ we’ve been doing.
I’m more than enjoying it. I’mlovingit.
Heck, I’m tempted to kick out the new customers and put up the closed sign so I can see just what he has in mind for our next break.
I’m starting to crave these stolen moments with Zack, and I still don’t know what to make of that. But for the moment, I’m doing my best not to think about it at all.
Being laidback, go-with-the-flow Bailey doesn’t exactly come naturally for me, but I’m trying to let go of the need for constant control. It’s not easy, but it’s progress. Right?
I think so.
I’ve been happier this past week than I have been in a long time, and that’s a good start. It helps that the whispers havedied down a little—at least, the stuff aboutmeseems to have lost momentum.
I’m almost positive that’s Grayson’s doing. He’s set a tone for his followers, and aside from Macy, who seems to have it out for me personally for reasons I don’t understand, the rest of them suddenly seem to see me as some sort of victim here.
I hate that. So much.
But what’s worse? Grayson’s acting like he’s a victim too.
I haven’t spoken to Grayson directly since that little run-in before the concert last weekend, but it’s easy to see the story he’s spinning on his end.
If he and I are both victims, then there’s only one bad guy here—and I’m looking at him.
That thought kills the playful vibe in a heartbeat and I face Zack with crossed arms.
He’d very nearly sidetracked me with all this talk of breaks and kisses, but I am a woman on a mission, dang it. He cannot distract me. “I want to go to the party, Zack. With you. As a couple.”
His head falls back with an exhausted groan. “I just don’t get why you’d put yourself through that.” He lifts his head so he can meet my stare. “You see Grayson and his friends all the time here at work. We even ran into them when we grabbed food at the diner the other night?—”
“I know.” I move past him to work on tidying the folded T-shirts. I’m not trying toavoidZack, necessarily, but I don’t particularly want to face him right now when we’re talking about Grayson, and us, and the whole fake dating thing.
Zack’s always been good at reading me, but lately it feels like he can take one look at my face and see everything I’m feeling. Honestly, sometimes I feel like he gets me better than I do.
It’s disconcerting.
“Everyone believes we’re a couple,” he says, like he’s checking off a list. “No one thinks you knew about his cheating before the breakup…”
“I understand that,” I say as I flash the elderly couple a bright smile.
Neither of us speaks again until we’ve walked past the couple at the postcard rack and are far enough away we can’t be overheard.
Before I can slip behind the counter, Zack steps in front of me and cuts me off so I’m forced to face him. His chest rises and falls right in front of my face and I blink in surprise at his sudden closeness.
I’m getting used to being this close to Zack. But I don’t know that I’ll ever be unaffected. The guy is an assault on my senses, even when he’s keeping his hands to himself.
I almost wish he wouldn’t. Kissing him sounds a heck of a lot better than trying to explain myself right now.
