Bad for You (Sea Breeze #7)(31)
“I needed a friend when I moved here, and he noticed that and filled the void. I don’t imagine most guys, especially ones who look like him, would do something like that for someone like me. He has beautiful girls on his arm all the time. They throw themselves at him. Yet he took the time to be my friend.” Much better. I felt like patting myself on the back.
Trisha stared at me as if she were trying mentally to dissect me. I decided I would take one of those pickles now, because I needed something else to think about other than Krit’s sister reading too much into my words. The last thing I needed was for her to go tell him I thought he was special.
“Can I ask you something?” she finally said, breaking the awkward silence.
I nodded, and chewed the fried pickle, which was surprisingly tasty.
“Do you really mean what you said?”
I swallowed and stared at her. Did I look like I was making it up? “Uh, yeah, I meant it. He’s—” I could not say special again. I sounded like an idiot. I needed more adjectives in my vocabulary. Well, I had more where Krit was concerned, but they weren’t safe to use around his very perceptive sister. “Krit’s wonderful. But then, you’re his sister. You know that.”
A slow smile stretched across her face. “Yeah I do,” she replied.
Before things could get any more intense and I could make an even bigger idiot of myself, the food arrived.
“Tonight we’re having a party for Daisy May at Amanda Hardy’s mother’s house. She has a pool, and Amanda wanted Daisy to have a pool party. It will be friends and family. I’d love it if you could come. Krit has a thing tonight, so he will only be stopping by to give Daisy a gift and, knowing him, grab a piece of cake. But I want you to meet everyone. My friends. Amanda will love you, and since you’re new, I know meeting people who are a part of this town would be nice.”
I didn’t like crowds and parties, but lately I was getting better. A child’s birthday party wasn’t like the wild parties Krit had, and Trisha was right. I’d like to meet more people. I wasn’t doing well getting to know my classmates. I got to my classes on time and hurried out as soon as they ended. This kind of setting seemed safe.
“Thanks. I’d love to come.”
KRIT
Britt collapsed on top of me as she fought to catch her breath. I wasn’t one to cuddle after sex, but I’d give her a minute before moving her off me so I could take a shower. I hadn’t planned on having sex with Britt today, but she’d shown up around four, had basically stripped, and then had gone on her knees right there in my living room.
I was pent up, and since she was so very willing and determined, I let her help me unwind. Turning my head, I glanced at the clock. It was almost five. Shit! I needed to get something for dinner and go down to Blythe’s.
“Off you go,” I told Britt as I moved her and climbed out of the bed.
“Wait. I want a round two,” she said in a voice I knew was meant to be sexy, but right now I had more important things on my mind.
“Got plans, babe. But thanks.” I paused and waved at the bed. “For that.”
Reaching for my phone, I headed for the shower. I needed to text Blythe and let her know I’d be a few minutes late. More like thirty. Fuck, I wouldn’t even have time to talk to her today.
My phone lit up, and I glanced down to see my sister’s name. I opened the text message.
TRISHA: DON’T FORGET THAT DAISY MAY’S BIRTHDAY PARTY IS AT SIX THIRTY AT MARCUS’S MOTHERS HOUSE.
Shit! I threw the phone down on the counter and turned on the shower. I hadn’t bought Daisy a present yet, and she had told me she wanted a sparkly pink purse and lip gloss when I’d asked her last week. I didn’t know where the hell to buy a sparkly pink purse.
I took the fastest shower in history and wrapped a towel around me. Then I grabbed my phone to text Blythe. I wasn’t going to be able to make it to dinner tonight. Not that I had told her I would be there, but now it was just kind of an understood thing with us again. I didn’t want her to expect me and then I didn’t show up.
ME: NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO DO DINNER TONIGHT.
I hated sending her a text. She was my friend and just a friend, and it was normal for me to tell her I couldn’t show up in a text. I waited for a response, but one didn’t come right away, so I went to grab some clothes and get dressed.
Britt was pulling on the short skirt and hooker heels she had worn over here. How she walked in those without breaking her ankle, I didn’t know. “Where you hurrying off to? You got hours before you gotta be at the club,” she said as she tugged her bra back on.
My phone vibrated, and I jerked it out of my jeans pocket where I had just tucked it in.
BLYTHE: THAT’S FINE. I’LL SEE YOU LATER.
That was it. She didn’t ask why or act upset. She was just okay with it. Why did it bug the hell out of me that she didn’t expect more from me? Women always expected more. It was what kept me from getting too close to one. I didn’t want to give them more. But Blythe . . . She expected nothing. Fuck, that drove me crazy.
It was now ten minutes after five, and I still had to find a pink sparkly purse and lip gloss. Where the hell was I supposed to even look for those?
Britt walked over to me with a pleased smile on her face. Why was she still here? We were finished, and I had shit to do. “Where you off to in such a hurry?” she asked again as she slid her hand up my arm and into my hair.