Page 22 of One Week Hating You
We both watch him patiently as his little laugh-fest comes to a close.
“So what do I need to do?” he asks. “I can’t wait to find out. I’m game for anything.” Another wink in my direction.
I sigh.
She points to an empty booth at the back of the pub. “Just sit there and look pretty,” she commands as she leads him to the booth and instructs him exactly how to sit. “You look hot,” she says. “Perfect.”
Meanwhile, he’s still laughing his head off, and I am dying of mortification. I can’t believe we’re doing this. My heart is hammering wildly against my ribcage.
Mandy comes over. “Do you gals want something from the bar?” she asks. “I’m getting the first round.”
Corrie turns to her, her attention momentarily shifted. “Oh, thanks. I’ll have a gin and tonic.”
I mull it over and spot a girl a few feet away nursing a Smirnoff vodka cooler. “I’ll have what she’s having.” I shoot her a smile. “Thanks, Mandy.”
I’m not a big drinker, but that’s exactly what I need to settle my nerves.
Blake is nursing a beer. One long leg stretched out, a hand resting on his thigh, the other holding on to his bottle on the table – he does look pretty sexy.
Corrie waves me over. “Your turn, Freckles.”
I trudge over to her and whisper in her ear, “You call me that one more time, and I will murder you in your sleep.”
She cracks up. “Okay, Freckles. You sit on his lap.”
Oh crap…
