Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(292)
“You need to get out of here!” I hiss at him, feeling panicked as I throw his pants at him.
His grin falters as his brow furrows; “Relax, Rea-”
“I can’t relax, Hudson; don’t fucking tell me to rela-”
“Reagan, it’s just one fucking interview for what, some stupid NYU school paper?” He’s sitting up on the edge of the bed while I run around the room like a crazy person trying to hide the signs of the previous night as I yank on my black dress pants and hunt around for a clean blouse; “Look just skip it.”
I whirl on him, feeling furious that he’s just sitting there while I’m in panic mode; “Because that would be stupid and a big mistake.”
He rolls his eyes; “Oh, please, a big mista-”
“Kind of like last night.”
He freezes, his eyes narrowing at me as a shadow passes over his face. I cringe, instantly feeling like a total crazy bitch for letting it slip out like that; “Shit, Hudson, I didn’t mean it like-”
“No, forget it, you’re right.” He’s up and yanking his pants on with his back to me, and my heart drops as I realize the fantasy veil of last night has completed dropped and we’re standing in the naked reality of today.
“Mistakes happen, right?” He shrugs and flashes a thin smile at me, and right there I see his armor go right back up.
“You should get to that interview, I’ll- I need to-” He’s at the door, opening it slowly as he peaks out and checks the hallway; “I’ve got some shit to do anyways.” He turns and looks at me coo;ly; “Don’t worry, we’ll pretend this whole little mistake never happened.”
And just like that, he’s slamming the door behind him and slamming the chapter shut on whatever happened last night.
Fuck.
I subtly peep under the table at the phone I’ve ever-so-secretly slipped out of my purse. There are plenty of messages of course, but I frown when I see that his number isn’t among them. Part of me hoped he’d still just show up at my first interview today, but he never did.
“Oh, stop it, Ray!”
I glance up, trying to look as innocent as possible as Quinn glares at me from across the diner table, even though I know she’s busted me; “What?” Leave it to family to totally burst your bubble on feeling subtle or sneaky.
“We said no phones! That’s what!”
I roll my eyes, “Quinn, you do know I’m running for State Sen-”
“Yeah and when you win, you’ll have even less time for your boring, non-famous sisters.” Chelsea butts in.
Ten minutes; we’ve been sitting at lunch for ten minutes and they’re already ganging up on me. I sigh dramatically as I slip the phone back in my bag and sling it over my chair; “Fiiiine. So what should we talk about?”
“How about the fact that you’re a major political figure and you’re still dragging us to shitty brunch diners like this place.” Quinn says, wrinkling her nose at the plain white cup of coffee in front of her.
“Hey, this place is an institution, you know. Plus it’s freaking delicious; I’d eat here every day if it wouldn’t give Donald and Erika conniptions.”
“And what would Hudson think?”
Chelsea’s snarky grin catches me off-guard, and I stumble; “W-What do you mean?”
“I mean about you eating pancakes and scrambled cheesy eggs every day.”
I shrug as nonchalantly as I can; “I’m sure I’ve got no idea what he thinks about anything.”
Like, me, for instance.
Quinn grins at me, and I steel myself, afraid she’ll sniff out what I’m really thinking about him like some sort of sex-bloodhound; “So how is spending all that time with Hotsun going, anyways?”
I groan; “Qui-”
“What?! Have you fucking seen him!” She says with mock indignance; “He’s like-”
“Packaged sex.” Chelsea butts in, making the two of them devolve into giggles and my face into total guilty embarrassment.
“Guys, he’s not-”
“Oh my God, Ray, why are you fighting her on that? She’s totally right and you know it. Hudson is like, James Bond, but with super hot tattoos and a body off the cover of a romance novel.” She arches her eyebrows at me; “Hey, I mean if you don’t want that, I mean I’m single-”
“Quinn I think you stole quite enough boyfriends from me in high school.”