Page 50 of One Little Mistake
I hate that I’m about to partake in the shitshow that is group texts, but with all my brothers, friends, and their girls here, there’s no getting around it.
Easton:Please tell me someone is still up for going out?
Dexter: I’m out.
Lanie: Me too. Sorry!
Halton: Working.
Julia: Having sex.
Trevor: Jesus, Jules! (Facepalm emoji)
Lanie: Yeah, girl! Get it!
Ashton: Can someone take their phones away in times like these?
Ashton: I’ve got some things to take care of. If I finish soon, I’ll meet you somewhere.
Colton: I’m in! (Beer emoji)
Julia:Grab Lexi. She needs to get out.
Trevor: New rule. No phones during sex.
Easton: (Green puking emoji)
Lexi: No one needs to grab me. I’m out already.
Easton: WTF? By yourself?
Lanie: That doesn’t sound safe. Please meet up with Easton and Colt. Luvs.
Lexi: Fine, I’m playing basketball on the roof.
Easton: Coming.
Colton: Sweet! I’ll be there soon.
What the fuck is Lexi doing going out by herself?I swear this girl has been rubbing me the wrong way since Preston first stuck me with her. She’s an outstanding employee, but she’s a thorn in my side. She argues about every damn thing, and she has no sense of what’s appropriate for an employee to say to her boss.“Get laid and lighten up,”after I declined her prospectus was not an appropriate reaction.
I’d love to get laid, but the girl I want keeps fucking running from me.
Now she doesn’t think to call one of the twenty people on this trip to go out with her? My shoes are on in record time, and I’m at the elevator bank in seconds. The car seems to move in slow motion, and I hate that she makes me antsy. I don’t have reactions like this. Ever. I’m an asshole for a reason, and I really should keep that going, but nothing with Lexi is easy, and I want her anyway.
When I finally reach the roof deck, I step out and spot her instantly—so do a hundred other red-blooded men. I’m moving before I realize it, and I don’t stop until I’m standing toe-to-toe with her.
“What the hell are you doing, Lexi?” I try to shield her, and the cocksuckers behind me actually boo.
“I told you, I’m playing basketball, Easton.”
“Dressed like that?”
I can’t even look at her because I know one glance, and I’ll be rocking a boner for the rest of the night. She’s wearing a scrap of material she’s calling a dress. It’s white and sparkly and barely covers her ass. Every time she takes a jump shot, I swear I see her panties. Check that. There’s no way she’s wearing panties, and my head is about to explode.
“Hey, hey, hey! This is awesome,” comes Colton’s voice from behind me.
Thank God. Reinforcements.
