Page 61 of One Week in Paris
Can Corrie come too?
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Of course! Pick you up at five?
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Great! Thank you.
I dash over to Corrie’s room. She’s just putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She’s wearing a tiny red dress and heels, and her beautiful blonde hair is worn down.
“You look amazing.”
She turns to me and her gaze lights up. It lingers on me for a second or two. “Wow… so do you.”
“Thank you.”
“You look like an angel,” she tells me as she applies Mac Russian Red, her signature color. “And I look like a little whore.”
I laugh. “You do not… you just look really sexy, that’s all.”
She smirks. “You’re a sweet angel, and I’m a little devil. We make quite the pair.”
I check my watch. “Let’s go. Matt is picking us up at five.”
“Oh, is he now?” she says, a playful grin lining her lips. “Do you two have something going?”
“Uh…” I stammer.
“I love it. This whole love hate thing. The bully turns lover trope you two have got going on.”
I shake my head. “There’s nothing going on between us.” Well, there was thatonekiss. I still can’t believe that happened.
“Oh, trust me, Kayla. Once he sees you in that dress, he won’t be able to resist you.”
I smile at the thought of that. Do I want him to want me? Or do I want him to resist me? Matt Moore and me. I just can’t see it.
