Page 7 of Sweet Temptation

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Page 7 of Sweet Temptation

Did he not get the message by now? The one that I was not, in any way, interested?

Nope. Apparently not.

I swiped away the notification of his missed calls.

I had a text from Ashley—my dear friend/lead singer/ex-boyfriend—and opened it.

Ash: Heading to your place

The text had come in about twenty minutes ago. I also had a few texts from his girlfriend.

Danica: At your house now.

Danica: We used the key from the coffee can outside. Are we allowed to do that?

Danica: Ash said it was ok.

I smirked, texting her back.

Me: Totally ok. Be there soon.

And finally, my day was looking up. This house party would lift my spirits, if anything could.

Friends. Drinks. Music.

My music. On my turf.

I was totally blowing this album release party off. I’d made an appearance. That was all that was required of me here.

“So,” I prodded Elle. “Are you coming?” I gave her my most hopeful, expectant, I love you eyes, but I already knew the answer. If she was coming, she would’ve said so. She hardly needed a formal invitation.

“You know I would,” she said. “But Emma needs me. I’ve got her midnight milk supply, and I hate pumping.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “I miss the days when you’d stay over and we’d brunch it up together in the lazy late-morning. What if I catch on fire while I’m home alone? Who’ll beat the flames out of my hair?”

“Good point. But maybe someone else will stay over?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I know if I don’t come, that means Flynn won’t either.”

“Oh, I’ve given up on that.”

“Have you?”

“Definitely. I thought we were flirting. We weren’t. The man would probably throw himself in front of a speeding car for me, but he won’t put out. I really have no use for a man like that in my life.”

Elle smirked. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, I do. Honestly, if I’m gonna die, let me get laid first.”

She laughed. I always made Elle laugh.

Maybe she just didn’t realize how serious I was when I said these things.

“Okay… I’m gonna say my goodbyes and tunnel out of here,” she said. “You?”

“I’m right behind you.”

We said our goodbyes, which took way too long. I was a popular woman.

Elle was even more popular.




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