Page 93 of Not Safe for Work
And why does he keep answering?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Me: Hi.
Molly: OMG YOU DID IT.
Me: What? How could you know that?
Molly: I could just feel it in that “hi.”
Me: No, that isn’t a thing. You’re a thousand miles away.
Molly: Am I right?
Me: … Yes
Molly: YESSSS. You owe me $50.
Me: I—what?
Molly: We bet $50 you’d have sex.
Me: No, we did not.
Molly: Well, I bet someone.
Me: Geez. DO NOT tell anyone. This is just a while we’re in Hawaii thing.
Molly: Ooh. I don’t care for that.
Molly: How was it??
Me: The best I’ve ever had.
Molly:
Me: I think I’m screwed.
Molly: At least you got screwed first.
“You ready?” Rafe asks, pulling my attention from Molly. I’m on the balcony, and he stands in the doorway casual in a black T-shirt and jeans, but he makes it look effortless and dreamy. I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my white denim shorts and nod. We head downstairs to the Rosewood Dining Room to meet Lan and Gabrielle for the dessert buffet.
The hostess seats us at a spacious booth facing a huge circular table in the center of the room, laden with colorful, towering stacks of sugary treats.
“Are you planning to film this?” I ask. “Your followers will love it.”
Rafe tosses me an uncertain look before he glances at Lan and Gabrielle. I wish he didn’t feel the need to hide or be ashamed of this.
“Followers?” Gabrielle asks, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows. “What followers?”
I nudge Rafe with my shoulder. “Show them.”
His brow scrunches. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Let me show them? Please? I promise they’ll love it.”
He offers me a tiny nod. I pick up my phone, open my Instagram app, and find his account. I followed him the first chance I got. Lan and Gabrielle lean forward as I point the screen in their direction.
