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“I’ll be over in a bit,” I replied.
I went home with the girls, freshened up, and changed into something cute so I’d at least look good when he “dumped” me.
I rang his door bell around nine o’clock.
“Thereyou are,” he said, exasperated. “Where have you been all day? I’ve been waiting around like a fool—”
“I told you, with my friends,” I said.
I wasgladI’d made him wait. My job was to watch Minka. Not obey all of Rust’s commands.
Plus, I’d made him wait so long that he’d changed into his comfy clothes—I love men in suits, don’t get me wrong. But Rust can really rock a muscle tee, and his cotton gym shorts showed a lotof thigh—and a crazy bulge—which you willnevercatch me complaining about.
Well … I guess Icancomplain about how hot he looked if the whole reason he demanded to talk to me was just to cut me loose …
Rust shut the door behind me. “Where were you, anyway?”
“We went to the movies. Is that okay? Or am I not allowed to hang out with my friends while you’re away?”
His face puckered. “What? Ofcourse it’s ‘allowed,’ but I thought you understood I needed to talk to you.”
“I’m here now, aren’t I?”
Minka followed me and Rust into the living room. I plopped onto the couch while Rust paced back and forth in front of me. Minka, sensing something was wrong, laid down in the far corner of the room, watching us with her big eyes.
“Well?” I asked moodily. “What is it? Or are you just going to pace around all day?”
“First of all,” he began, sounding strained, “what we were doing this past week was completely wrong.”
Ah.There it is. April was right.
I snickered. “Okay.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you keep saying that.”
“I keep saying it because it’strue,Isabelle. It’swrong. I know it and you know it, too. Your dad would be gutted if he knew what we were doing behind his back.”
Ah-ha, that means he didn’t tell Dad,I thought. The revelation had me pursing my lips in an effort not to smile.
Didn’t work.
“Why are you smiling?” Rust asked.
“I just think it’s funny. You keep preaching about how ‘wrong’ things are, butyouwere the one who kissed me first. And I didn’t makeyou text me those dirty things, Rust. You did that on your own.”
“I know that. And I own my share of the blame in this, too.”
Satisfied he’d conceded that point, I bobbed my head. “Well,good.”
He changed tactics. “So I met up with your dad last night.”
“Yeah? And how’s the fella doing?” I asked with a smirk.
“You think this is funny, Isabelle? Do you have any idea how stressed out I am, keeping your secrets from him?”
“Secrets like, you’re sexting me every day? And sending me dick pics? Telling me how you can’t wait to eat me out? How bad you wanna spread my legs and fuck me?”