“I promise not to beat your ass,” I ground out, probably lying.
“Nope, I think I’ll go home and get some sleep instead.”
“It’s about Gianna.”
“Of course it is,” he said. “What else would we have in common but my girl?”
“My girl,” I corrected him.
“Whatever. What about her?”
Seemed like we were going to do this over the phone. “You’re going to break up with her tomorrow.”
He burst out laughing and I pulled the phone away from my ear until he’d finished. “I’m not.”
“If you don’t, I’ll tell her about that girl you fucked in the bathroom tonight.” The line went silent and I check to make sure he hadn’t hung up. “Nothing to say?”
“What girl in the bathroom tonight?”
“The girl in the purple dress,” I reminded him.
“There were a couple girls wearing purple, but I didn’t go into a bathroom with any of them. How did you even know where I was tonight?”
“Nice try, but the girl is willing to tell Gianna all about it.”
“She can tell her whatever she likes, but I didn’t have sex with anyone tonight.” He was a good liar. Gianna might actually believe him. “It would be unprofessional of me to mix business and pleasure. I’m trying to build my reputation as a DJ, not ruin it. If I wanna move up to deejaying in clubs I gotta have a good rep.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, beginning to believe him.
“Oh, you sleazy fucker.” he drawled out, realization dawning. “You tried to set me up? What happened, the chick you sent in hooked up with the wrong guy?” He busted up laughing again. “I can’t wait to tell Gianna this!”
I hung up, immediately dialing Hailey.
“Hello?”
“You banged the wrong dude, you idiot!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I told you, the half-Asian, half-white DJ!”
“Oh, that guy?”
“Yep, that guy!” I snapped sarcastically, wanting to strangle her.
“My bad,” she said insincerely. “But you’re the loser who handed over three hundred bucks.”
“Did you even approach Gage?”
“Nope, just chilled out for a few hours and took your money, sucker!”
“I want my money back, Hailey!”
She snorted. “Good luck with that. What are you gonna do? Call the cops?”
“Bitch!”
“That’s what you get for treating me like a hooker!”
Click.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“If a man is truly in love, the most beautiful woman in the world couldn’t take him away. Maybe for a few days, but not forever.”
-Eva Gabor
GIANNA
I knocked on the door. “Caleb!”
No answer.
Trying to call him for the third time this morning, I hung up when I got his voicemail. Damn that sexy voice!
His car was parked out front and it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.
“Caleb, wake up!” I yelled, pounding harder.
Frustrated, I decided to go get breakfast since I’d skipped it this morning and come back in an hour. I was just starting my car when the front door swung open.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt again. Just because I was scared to act on the feelings he aroused didn’t mean they didn’t exist. I killed the engine, stepping out more cautiously than earlier.
Caleb came onto the porch, wearing nothing but shorts and a pair of headphones around his neck. After the racket I’d made getting his attention, housewives in the neighborhood were probably peeking out their blinds. His muscular chest and arms were going to make them all hot and bothered.
Not that I felt the least territorial, of course.
The happiness in his hazel eyes at my being here had guilt creeping in until I snapped out of my hot guy daze and remembered why I came.
“Inside!” I ordered, barging past him.
“Gladly,” he said softly.
Walking into the living room, I spun around to see him shut the front door. His toned chest and abs were distracting me from my anger. “Put a shirt on!”
Without a word, he grabbed a sweatshirt lying on the couch and pulled it over his head.
“Gage called me last night.”
“Good for him,” Caleb answered. “How did you know where we moved to?”
“My mom told me. Now, how about you explain last night to me?”
Caleb walked by me into the kitchen, opening the fridge and drinking straight from an orange juice carton. “What are you talking about?”
Leaning forward, I snapped, “Caleb! You sent some skank to that frat party to have sex with Gage!”
He braced himself on the countertop, his eyes darkening. “So?”