Page 41 of Hot Mess
Anyway, she’d forgive me for scooping him first, if that’s what I did. He was standing inmyoffice, and even if he became my client, as owner of the firm, she’d get her cut.
“I mean… if you’d like to redecorate your home or something,” I added, trying not to squirm.
He just kept staring at my face, like he was trying to mentally rearrange the pieces of a puzzle that wouldn’t quite fit.
Again, I couldn’t look away.
He said nothing, for way too long… And I wanted to disappear.
Or maybe just grow another face.
One that looked exactly nothing like my twin sister’s.
Chapter Six
Ash
The muffled drum intro to Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher” woke me from a dead sleep.
Dylan’s ringtone.
I groped for my phone in the blankets, my eyes still closed. All I knew in my half-conscious state? He was calling from Europe. Denmark? Spain? No idea where he was right now.
“Huh,” I managed to grunt when I picked up.
“Hey. You up?”
“Yeah.” I cracked my eyes and slowly blinked them open.
“You’re asleep? It’s almost noon over there.”
“I guess…” It was dark in my bedroom, a thick blanket tacked over the window.
“Rough night?”
Yeah. You could say that.
I kicked off the covers and tried to sit up. Getting out of bed had never really been a top priority in my life, but ever since Dylan and Amber dumped my ass about six months ago, it had definitely slipped lower on the list.
What time was it…?
I glanced at the clock on the floor, the one I’d knocked off the bedside table a few weeks ago. 11:56 a.m..
“You ever get that feeling you made out with the wrong twin?” I mumbled, dragging myself gradually more vertical and finding the floor with my feet. I was feeling every one of the beers I’d put back last night. The tequila shots, too. My mouth was all sandpapery.
Dylan laughed. “What the hell did you do now?”
“Nothing.” I swiped a hand over my face and turned on the lamp. “Went for brews with Brad again.”
“I heard. Don’t corrupt him too bad, okay? Julie will kill me.”
“What? Turn him into me?” I scrubbed my hand through my hair. “Not likely. He’s neck-deep in your sister’s pussy. The dude doesn’t even look at anyone else.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Don’t you have a show to play or something?”
“Yup. In a few.”
