Page 154 of Faking Cinderella
She doesn’t object.
And I’m gonna need another box of condoms.
Monday’s slow at the retreat center, so we’re both off early again.
She makes me dinner and eats me for dessert.
My life is a revolving door of work and sex and food, and I don’t hate it.
Margot isn’t scheduled on Tuesday to make up for working Sunday, and she swears she has real-life work to catch up on, won’t leave the cabin, and her head of security is on the clock anyway, so I have a Margot-less day, for the most part.
I hit Bee & Nugget for coffee with Decker before heading in for my shift.
“I think I like her,” Decker tells me over lemon scones and coffee.
“She’s likable,” I agree.
He scowls at me. “Fucker.”
“Glad you’re finally moving on after the shit show of your past year, Rhys. I like seeing my friends happy.”
Sabrina snickers as she refills our coffees. “He’s got you there, bud.”
“Thanks for dinner Saturday. It was fun,” I tell her.
“Margie’s great.” She stares me straight in the eye without blinking for too long. “Laney and Emma and I really like her.”
Decker looks between us, clearly noticing something in her tone too.
A creeping sensation hits my neck. “Must be something to that genetic lottery,” I say.
Sabrina smirks. “Margs. What a great nickname.”
Fuuuuuck.
I don’t like her tone.
“Call herSkilletsometimes too,” I say though.
“Think she’ll stay here long-term?”
“We haven’t talked about that.”
“You going to?”
“Like it here,” I reply.
“That wasn’t a yes or no.”
I shrug. “Been working through some shit.”
She smirks again. “I’ll bet you have.”
“Stop implying crap about my sister,” Decker mutters to her.
Sabrina’s gaze settles on me too long again.
“Have a feeling this will be a make-or-break week,” I say, like I’m not starting to break out in a sweat.
