Page 18 of King of Hollywood
“Hi, Felix. My brother would like to ask you out.”
Oh. My god.
It got worse.
“No, I would not,” I countered from just behind her, then floundered, because for the first time in my life I was actually aware of how awful that sounded. “Not that I wouldn’t ever—I just—”
Oh Christ.
Where was a black hole when you needed one?
Smite me down, God?
Pretty please?
“You want to ask me out?” Felix’s voice was quiet, surprised—like he’d never been asked out before. “But…” he glanced at me, then her, then me again—this was a pattern I was sure was going to continue to repeat. I liked it, maybe a little too much. It was like he was looking to me for guidance. “Why?”
I could understand his confusion. The last time I’d seen him he’d cried all over me. We’d cleaned up a murder together. If I’d been a normal person we probably would’ve never spoken again.
But I wasn’t a normal person.
And I’d spent a month daydreaming about him—and maybe, probably—watching him through the peephole on my front door.
What had started as simple curiosity, wanting to know why he killed—and how—had morphed into something…deeper. Something I wasn’t sure I was ready to acknowledge the depth of just yet.
“Because,” I countered succinctly. I’m not sure when, but this had turned into a ship I was ready to go down with. Quick Marshall, say something sexy. “You have nice teeth.”
“Because I have nice teeth?” Felix’s brows shot up.
“And you are…interesting,” I added, flushed.
There, that was better.
“Oh.” Felix looked pleased with himself as he peered at me through his lashes. The lovely pointy little teeth I’d just complimented flashed as he bit back a grin.
I was the youngest of four siblings—all sisters—no one had ever looked to me for guidance like that in all my life. I was the one that got picked on, made over, and forced to do the shittiest jobs. No one treated me like I was…important.
Like I was in charge.
“But I…” Felix was clearly not sold.
My chest puffed up, shoulders squared.
Winnie be damned, I would turn this around.
“But you?” I countered, arching a brow.
“I sleep during the day.”
“I’ll stay up late.”
“You…will?” Felix looked at me, clearly surprised, though I wasn’t sure why.
“We can stay in.”
“We can?” Once again, Felix looked surprised.
Did I look like the kind of man that enjoyed socializing in the wild? I hoped not. A night in with Felix honestly sounded…nice. “And this would be a…?”
