Page 175 of Filthy Beautiful
“Chick-talk me,” I said. “What would you say to me if I was a chick telling you all that shit?”
“First of all,” she said. “I don’t do chick talk. And second of all, if a thirty-year-old chick told me she fucked her best girlfriend’s eighteen-year-old brother behind her back, I’d probably tell her she needs therapy.”
“Why?”
“Because how is screwing an eighteen-year-old a conquest? That’s just taking candy from a baby, Xan.”
“I didn’t say it was a conquest.” She opened the trunk of her car and I tossed in my bags. “Do I need therapy?” I shut the trunk and slid in next to her.
“Yes. I’ve been telling you that for years.”
I waited, but she didn’t offer anything more.
Christ, was she planning to make me beg?
While we pulled out of the parkade into downtown traffic, I asked her, “Can you just help me here? I need help.”
“Be specific. You’ve never asked me for help withthisparticular problem before. What is it you want?”
“I wanna know what I should do. I’m trying to do the right thing here. Turns out that’s not as easy as it sounds.”
“You want someone to tell you you’re not a bad guy.”
“That too.”
“You’re not a bad guy, Xander.”
“Thanks.”
“You want my advice, I’d say get out before you hurt her. She’s too young.”
“That’s what I keep telling myself.”
“And what does she say?”
I said nothing for a moment. I heard the answer in my head, and it bothered me how much I liked the sound of it. “She says she likes me.”
She glanced at me. “Of course she does.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“She’s eighteen and she gave you her virginity. What more evidence do you need to know she likes you?”
Shit. When she put it like that…
“I think she really does.”
“And you want to keep fucking her.”
“That would be nice.”
Jordan snorted and shook her head. Her dark hair bobbed back and forth, like she was wagging a finger at me. “Your relationship with Cary isn’t really worth fucking over, is it?”
“No.”
“Would he be okay with you sleeping with her?”
“No.”
