Page 25 of Yours To Take
“Thanks, Peter.”
Ivy’s eyes slide over me. “You look great, by the way.” When the two of us come out, I don’t usually get so dressed up.
The silk black camisole I’m wearing shows off just enough cleavage without exposing too much, and the black jeans do wonders for my ass. I even put a little wing on my eyeliner.
Why do I look so good?
I hoped to see Blake before leaving the ranch. But I didn’t.
I hate that I was so disappointed. He wasn’t staked out at his usual spot in the lobby. I’ve become so accustomed to him being there, that it threw me when he wasn’t.
“Thanks.” I take a long pull on my drink.
“Trying to impress anyone?” Ivy waggles her brows at me.
“I wanted to look nice. Sue me.”
“It’s not because of that hot new guy lurking around the ranch?”
“Lurking? Really, Ivy?”
“Since Mrs. Phillips got wind of him being here, it’s all anyone in town can talk about.”
“He’s nice.”
“Nice?” Ivy rolls her eyes so hard, I’m afraid they’ll fall out of her head. “Please. The weather today was nice. Can’t you give me something better than that?”
I give her a coy smile. “What constitutes as better?”
Her eyes grow wide. “I think you know what better I mean.”
I laugh. “We went hiking. I saw his abs.”
“God, I must really need sex if I’m drooling over the thought of you seeing his abs.”
“Ivy!” My face flushes.
“What? Don’t tell me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.”
My cheeks must pinken even more because Ivy points an accusatory finger in my direction. “Wait a minute! You have, haven’t you?” she shrieks.
“No.” I shush her and peer around. The bar has gotten crowded the later it’s gotten. Maybe because it’s one of the only places open past eight. “But it might have come up.”
“How does the subject of your virginity just come up?” She throws up air quotes around her last words.
“We were getting to know one another.”
“You told him?” Ivy barks out.
“It came up.”
“I’d like something else of his to come up.”
“Ivy!” I smack her arm. “That’s crude.”
“What?” She nurses her own drink. “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking. I’d climb him like a tree, and I’m not even that into him.”
“Is that what everyone’s saying?” I look around the bar, as if every person here is interested in Blake.
