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“Um, that’s because I’ve had it for so long you’ve forgotten about it. You can have it back if you want.”
“Sure, go get it for me.”
SHIT!!
Of course, Reese wore it home this morning. Couldn’t he have walked out of this apartment complex naked?
I snap my finger in disappointment. “Oh darn, I um, put it in my hamper today. It’s probably musty. I will give it a good cleaning and then return it.” I reach for the beer again, but he scoops it up and holds it in his hand, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Get me the sweatshirt, Paisley.”
“But it’s musty,” I try to justify.
“What’s a little must between friends?”
“Um, I think I put it on top of my dirty underwear. You’re not going to want that sweatshirt. I do weird things in my underwear.”
Nope.Notwhat I wanted to say, definitely not what I wanted to say at all.
Disgust is written all across the expression in his face, and I don’t blame him. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Just being friends.” I smile.
He shakes his head, probably trying to rid the thoughts of my dirty underwear from his mind. Hell, I’m trying to do the same thing. “Just get me the damn sweatshirt, Paisley.”
He’s a persistent little bitch tonight.
Knowing my ladybug sweatshirt won’t be able to be masked as the red one he saw, I give in. “It’s not here.”
“And why not?”
Do I tell him?He’s been my best friend for years. Would he be able to handle the truth? I think back to our night together after my first day with Reese and Bellini. He was incredibly adamant about me not getting mixed up with Reese. Kind of crazy persistent about it. Would he understand?
Deep down I want to believe he would, but I know that’s not the case.
“Fine, there was a guy here last night, BUT before you go and start asking questions, it’s new and I don’t want you scaring him away just yet, okay? Guys tend to freak out when they hear my roommate is a handsome heterosexual man with a giant penis.”
“Giant?” He quirks an eyebrow at me, a smile on his face.
“Don’t push your luck.”
“Was he in your room this morning?”
“Maybe,” I say, picking a piece of lint off my shirt. “But I made him hide because I didn’t want him seeing you. It was bad enough that he heard you call me sweetheart.”
“Well, that’s never going to change so whoever this loser is, he can deal with it.”
“He’s not a loser,” I say, warning myself not to go into detail. That’s exactly what Jonathan wants me to do.
“If he’s too intimidated by me, then he’s a loser.” As a peace offering, he finally hands over the beer I’ve been drooling over. “So where did you meet this mystery man?”
Taking a longer sip than normal, I buy myself some time before I have to answer.
“On a photo shoot with Bellini,” I answer, not lying. It’s true. I met Reese at their photo shoot.
“Is he in production?”
Hmm, was Reese in production? Well, technically, he is, since he is part of the show. I saw him lift a couple things at the pool, assisting production assistants. Yeah, he could be in production.
