Sawyer has always had a taste for the bad girls. The broken. The relationships that don't end well. Being the son and heir of the wealthiest businessman in architecture, his every move is watched. His favorite cologne advertised in the magazine's. S...
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I smoothed out my skirt for what must have been the hundredth time. There were no wrinkles, just my nerves and the need to keep moving. Since eight this morning I hadn't been able to sit still for more than sixty seconds.
This was it.
Moving day.
Eighty percent of his things were already piled in card board boxes, just sitting in the living room.
I'd been sitting cross legged on a stool beside the island for the past hour, just watching the movers. What was Sawyer going to do with all of that? My eyes skirted over the living room, full of my picture frames, knickknacks, furniture. I couldn't bear to get rid of anything. There was the guest room, where I'd planned on putting most of his things, but would that be enough? Would he have pictures and knickknacks of his own that he'd want to display?
This whole situation was giving me a headache. Closing my eyes, I pressed my fingers into my temples. It will be over soon.
"That's everything." Sawyer said.
My eyes popped open to take in the damage. On a scale from one to ten--
"I'm fucking starving, let's order a pizza!"
Oh no.
My best friend strode in through the open door, pushing her hair out of her face. Her gaze went straight to Sawyer. This was bad. This was very bad. She will know something's not right, she's perceptive.
"Did you finally order a stripper?" Her eyes lit up with excitement.
My entire face flushed red. I glanced over at him off the corner of my eye, watching his broad shoulders tense and his blue eyes narrow. This will not end well.
Her tongue darted out, tracing her upper lip. If anyone else had done it, it would have looked ridiculous. But this was Kaylee, and she could make anything look sensual.
"No," I said quickly, winding my arm around Sawyer's waist. "This is my boyfriend, the one I told you about. I said he was moving in today, don't you remember?"
She gave me her, I thought you were kidding look. Slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey, she circled him.
My stomach twisted into knots watching her take everything in.
At the end of her examination, she stepped in front of us. "Okay, what the fuck is this?"
I struggled to keep my voice strong and even. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'd fuck him, and if I'd fuck him, then he isn't your type."
My face turned every shade of red there was. Rather than face the awkward tension that my best friend had put us in, I hid behind my hands and started shaking my head. "Oh my God, Kaylee! You can't just say stuff like that."
