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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Normally when I had breakfast at Toni's place, we'd sit at the island and argue about anything and everything. Movies, tv shows, music, the cutest couples, we weren't picky about choosing a topic. Today wasn't any different, except now there was a third voice chiming in his opinion.
"You cannot deny that Ellie's best song is beating heart." Toni said. She pointed the spatula at me for a threatening affect.
I might have taken her more seriously if eggs weren't spilling over the side. "No way. Don't need nobody is and will always be number one."
"You're both daft if you think either of those songs top Hate me."
We turned on him at the same time. Finally, a common enemy. Eye candy is going down.
Toni placed a hand over her heart, shooting him a disapproving look. "How could you."
"No one asked for your opinion, eye candy."
He rolled his eyes, gathering three plates from the cabinet.
I watched his back muscles ripple under the black tshirt he wore. Then mentally cursed myself for checking out Toni's boyfriend. The two of them together still made zero sense to me. Zilch. But maybe I was missing something. Whatever brought them together, I'd see it eventually.
"What's next, you're going to tell me G-eazy's best song features Halsey?" He asked. There was a smirk on his lips as he set the plates down on the island.
"You. Did. Not. Just. Go. There."
Toni laughed nervously. She dished the omelets out on each plate. "Let's not argue about this, okay? Are you working today Kaylee?"
I was too busy having a glaring contest with her soon-to-be-dead boyfriend to answer. According to her, I had a certain look whenever someone dissed my favorite couple. The I'll put you six feet under look.
"Kay?"
"What?" Don't break eye contact. Don't surrender.
"What are you doing today?" Toni asked. She walked around the island to sit on one of the end stools.
"Working."
"I didn't think people in your profession started work until after nine." Sawyer said. With a bold smile, he leaned his hip against the counter and crossed his arms over the broad muscles in his chest.
"Har har," I said dryly, spinning around to face the cabinets. I grabbed a glass and poured my morning vodka into it. "Try that again, I'll make sure your funeral is the closed casket kind."
When I turned back around he was sitting on the middle stool, elbows on the counter, fingers steepled together. His eyes trained on the glass in my hand, then swept over my face. There wasn't any disapproval in his blue eyes, they were just blank. Blank of emotion, indifferent.
