Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(67)

I tell them all the gory details about my night.

The pot brownie.

Andrew taking me home because my accidental high had turned me into a liability.

Waking up naked in his bed.

The fact that I’m wearing his freaking underwear and that he’s the one who dropped me off.

I tell them everything, and by the time I finish, both my sister and Rocky are just sitting there, staring at me in shock.

“This has got to be one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard in my whole life,” Billie mutters.

“Tell me about it.” I snort. “When I woke up this morning completely naked and in a bed I didn’t recognize, I thought I was going to have a stroke.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Rocky asks, and I shrug.

“Not a whole lot, but the memories are slowly starting to come back to me.”

“Wow.” Billie shakes her head. “Color me impressed.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Impressed? By your sister going on an accidental bender and being a raging lunatic?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head again. “Impressed that Andrew Watson was such a fucking gentleman.”

I start to open my mouth to refute her gentleman claim, but then I quickly realize it’s pretty hard to deny it. I mean, he legitimately took care of me last night. Hell, even this morning.

I’d have to be a total bitch not to acknowledge his kindness.

The waiter drops my burger and fries and Coke off at the table, and I don’t hesitate to dive right in. Apparently, champagne/pot hangovers make you real damn hungry the next day.

But I only get two bites into my burger before I notice that Rocky is looking at me with a funny look on her face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” That funny look turns full-on smile, and I narrow my eyes.

“Rocky.”

“I’m just having a hard time getting over the fact that you’re sitting across from me in Andrew Watson’s underwear. I told you that cock soldier was the enemy, and here you are wearing his uniform!” She snorts.

Billie giggles. “I second that, Rock!”

“Oh my God, shut up. Both of you.” I take a sip of my Coke. “You act like I actually want to be wearing his underwear right now. Like I even had a choice.”

Rocky tilts her head to the side. “But did you really need to wear his boxers beneath those sweats?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think what Rock is trying to convey to you, sis, is that you willingly put on Andrew’s underwear, even though you definitely could’ve just gone commando beneath the sweats. It’s not like anyone would’ve noticed.”

“You two are insane.”

They both grin at me.

“And cut me some slack here, you bitches,” I continue. “I was a little out of sorts this morning when I woke up in a stranger’s bedroom without any freaking clothes on. Pretty sure anyone would’ve just put on whatever clothes were handed to them.”

Billie just keeps on grinning. “I think he’s growing on you.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t be absurd.”

“Whatever you say, sis,” she adds. “I mean, I guess you’d know best. You are the one in his underwear, not me.”

I flip her the middle finger and go back to eating my burger.

No way Andrew Watson is growing on me…right?

You can’t deny he was pretty sweet to you last night and this morning…

Ugh. Whatever. So, he was actually nice to me for once. That doesn’t mean I’m going to start erecting statues in his honor and declaring my undying love.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what kind of underwear does Andrew prefer? Boxers? Boxer briefs? Something else?” Billie asks with a devilish smile, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope,” she says, pressing her lips together and popping the p.

Rocky grins. “You have to admit, Birdie, the whole situation is nuts. Like, the one guy you pretty much hated and called an asshole is—”

“You also said he was an asshole.”

“Very true,” she agrees, but I know something else is coming when a sneaky smirk kisses her mouth. “But I’m not the one who woke up naked in his bed this morning. I’m just the one who told you to keep your distance from him.”

I hate that she’s right.

But she is right.

Fucking hell. I swear to God, the instant I get back to my rental, I’m hopping in the shower and putting on my own damn underwear.

“Can we talk about something else?” I ask. “Obviously, I’m enjoying being the butt of your jokes so much right now, but it’d be nice to, you know, catch up on other things besides whose underwear I’m wearing…”

“All right, fine.” Billie waves the white flag. “I guess we’ve given you enough of a hard time.”

“Ya think?”

Rocky offers an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Birdie. Forgive us for being such bitches.”

I shrug. “I can’t say I blame you, but I’m ready to move the conversation along, if you know what I’m saying.” I look toward my sister. “How did your OB-GYN appointment go Friday?”