Page 56 of Keep Me Never
My brows lift, and I take the dozen dresses folded over her forearm. “I sure hope so.”
“Go, go, go.” She spins me, pushing my back until I’m slipping inside the dressing room. “We have thirty minutes to meet the guys for pizza. Strip, and I want to see each one! We need you looking smoking for your date!”
My muscles freeze, my face falling, shirt half over my shoulders. “It’s not a date.”
Cameron and Ari both laugh, loudly and slowly, and my muscles move again, my top falling to the floor.
We’re just going to a work thing for a job I might have to take one day.
It’s not a date.
Right?
Chase
“So.” Brady drops back on the couch, protein shake in hand. “What time is trust-fund guy picking her up?”
I swing my glare his way. “We don’t know if he’s a trust-fund guy.”
Brady scoffs. “He’s definitely a trust-fund guy.”
He looks to Mason for validation, and I do the same.
“I mean, I’d peg him for one, but my knowledge comes from all the movies the girls used to make us watch and the khaki-wearing dudes in the frat house across the street, so…” Mason grins.
Sighing, I shake my head and go back to my assignment.
It’s Sunday, the one day a week we have tried to dedicate to our friend group since freshman year, even if it’s just for a quick meal. We were really good about it in the beginning but fell off a little as we all started getting busier. For the most part, we make it work, even if it’s just us guys or a trip to the pizza place for something easier, which is what we did todaybefore coming back to Payton and Mason’s studio to hang out for a bit.
Brady and Mason are chillin’ on the couch, playing video games, and I’m working on tomorrow’s assignments. Of course, I’d already agreed to come over and had been here with just the boys and little D when the doors burst open and in came the girl gang.
Apparently, Ari and Cameron went over to Paige’s dorm to help her get ready, but Cameron’s curling iron isn’t working and instead of asking Payton to come get hers and bring it back, they all came here.
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes pretending I can’t hear the girls laughing and rereading the same damn question without comprehending a single thing.
“I still can’t believe you’re letting her go on a date.”
My head yanks around once more, and I pin Brady with a glare, swinging it on Mason when he tries, and fucking fails, to hide his laugh.
“Seriously?!” I hiss, eyes cutting toward the hall and back. “It’s not my business.”
“Fuck yeah it is.”
“No. It’s not. Besides, I don’t care.”
Mason laughs. Loudly. And I flip him off, holding his gaze before moving mine to Brady. Both just stare and wait.
I spin in my chair, crossing my arms. “Fine, whatever, but what could I have done, huh?”
Brady raises a brow, his grin way too fucking telling.
I’m already on my feet when he opens his big-ass mouth.
“Hey, Pai?—”
I slam my palm over his mouth, wrestling him to the floor as he laughs his ass off.
I flip him, wrapping my arm around his neck from behind, and go to roll him for a pin, but he spears his legs out, pushing up and reversing me, rolling around a few times, chopping armsand legs until we’re chuckling and heaving, lying flat on our backs beside each other.
