Page 55 of One Week Hating You
She buries her face in her hands and shakes her head – such a drama queen. “No… say no more.”
“You think it’s a bad idea?”
Her face settles. “Well… I don’t know. You’re not exactly the kind of girl who just sleeps around casually or has one-night stands, Maeve.”
I roll my eyes. I am so tired of people telling me what I am, and what I’m not.
“Maybe I am,” I say. “I’ve changed.”
“Really?” she says skeptically.
“Really.”
“Well, I can tell you one thing. Blake definitely is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him settle down with anyone, but he sure has had his fair share of women.”
My stomach drops a little, but I tell myself that I don’t care. He’s probably great in bed, and that’s all I care about at the moment. I don’t want to marry him. All I want is for him to finish what he started. One time. That’s it. I’m going back to Burlington in three days, and I’ll forget all about him.
“Then he must know what he’s doing,” I quip.
She shakes her head and stares at the ground for the longest time. “I just don’t want either of you to get hurt. You two have a lot of history… it could get complicated.”
I refuse to think about that. It won’t get complicated because I won’t let it. I just want to be bold and take what I want, for once in my life.
“Can you give me his phone number?”
She cocks a brow. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
She gives me the number and I input it into my contacts.
She downs another swig of her Gatorade. “But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”
Am I being stupid?I’m just horny. I text Corrie, because if anyone will understand, it’s her.
I’m in trouble. I so badly want to sleep with Blake. What should I do?
She replies instantly.
Go for it! I’m so jealous!
I graba moist towelette from my purse and freshen up my lady bits. I fluff my hair a little and touch up my lipstick. As soon as Momma steps out for a walk, I look around to make sure no one’s watching, and I quickly reach behind me and grab a pack of condoms. I’ve had my eyes on these ones for the last hour; Trojan Magnum BareSkins. My heart is hammering as I tear the packaging open, and dig one out and swiftly tuck it in the pocket of my skirt. I tuck the box quietly away in my purse. I ring the condoms in quickly before Momma catches me, my heart still pounding and my fingers shaking all the while. I may be sex-starved, but I’m not a thief.
I exhale a long breath and settle back on the stool. The doorbell clangs and I say hello to a customer, a nice elderly man with a kind friendly smile. If only he knew what was on my mind.
As soon as Momma comes back, I excuse myself and grab a magazine off the shelf. “I’m going out back for a while, to take a breather.”
She eyes me with suspicion. “You haven’t taken up smoking, have you?”
I laugh. “Nope. I just want to read this trash mag. These are my guilty pleasure.”
She smiles. “Mine too.”
I walk away smiling. Gossip mags are not my guilty pleasure. Blake Taylor is.
I text Blake with shaky fingers. I might be acting bold, but I’m still pretty nervous.
Get over here right now, and finish what you’ve started. Waiting in the storage room.
My heart practically stops when I tap on the small green arrow. I can’t believe I just did that. I hope it doesn’t backfire.
This could destroy me.
