Page 29 of Keep Me
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You couldn’t keep a secret to save your life. Do you remember when you dated that guy Adam? You were all over him in a latex body suit, making sure everyone knew he was your man and what he was fondling.”
I shook my head, my cheeks heating. “We weren’t that serious.” It was the truth. I wasn’t even that into Adam, I just assumed dating him might help me get over his best friend. I was wrong. So very wrong.
“What happened between you two, anyway? You guys were a better version of Barbie and Ken than Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling.” She tipped her chin to the sky in contemplation. “Although, that could be because Ryan’s hair was atrocious in that movie.”
“Adam and I never had a chance.” I interrupted her train of thought. “He graduated and moved to play for the Fort Lauderdale Gators before anything serious could happen. Oh, there’s also the fact that he was desperately in love with my old roommate. That can dampen new relationship.”
Sienna’s eyes bugged out. “What?” She paused, processing my words, and I stared at her nonchalantly. “How is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”
I shrugged. “It’s notthatbig a deal.”
“You sure? Because, no offense to you, but that sounds like a pretty hot scenario. Sneaking behind your best friend’s back, trying to steal her boyfriend. Bet she was giving BJs on the couch while you were in the shower.”
I cringed. As much as I liked Hayden and Adam, thinking about them doing anything other than holding hands felt awkward and a little dirty. Especially since the last time I saw them I was holding back tears. Hayden knew I was upset, but she also knew not to ask why.
“It wasn’t like that.” I waved my hand flippantly, trying to not look like I was desperate to get onto another topic of conversation. “They were friends for years. It was a chance encounter for them, and I was the one third-wheeling in that relationship.”
“Third-wheeling?” She smiled wickedly, making her eyebrows dance.
I rolled my eyes. “Nothing kinky happened, so get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Fine, but why did I have no idea about it?”
I shrugged, waving my hand. “You were busy stalking the hockey team last year.”
Sienna gasped. “Stalking? I’m their main reporter. They need me. If I don’t follow them around like a hawk chasing its prey, then they’ll get absolutely no coverage in this school.”
She had a point. Covey U had been sleeping on their hockey team for the last few years. It was only after some alumni’s son started coming here that things picked up for them. That was as much as I knew about the sport.
“I’m not questioning your journalistic integrity, I’m asking for advice.” I subtly veered back to the matter at hand since talking about my love life, or lack thereof, was getting depressing. “How should a couple in a rut spice things up?”
Sienna flitted her hand in the air as though she was trying to come up with something. “I don’t know. Maybe suggest they get some new lingerie?”
Her eyes lit up, and she leaned in closer. “Oh, wait. I’ve got it. What about a new toy?” She wiggled her eyebrows and pulled open my desk drawer. I looked down at the sealed bright-pink box but made no attempts to take it out.
When she realized my reluctance, she huffed out a breath and pulled it out herself, then dropped it on the desk in front of me with a smirk.
I raised my brow but was too surprised she got it out to say anything.
“Weren’t you supposed to write a review on this last year?” The gentle tapping of her finger against the box was the only noise in the room as I stared down at it.
A picture of a neon-pink rose-shaped vibrator stared back at me. I hadn’t even attempted to take that thing home, in fear I’d get mugged and the assailant would know my evening plans.
Sienna pointed at the center of the rose, circling it with her finger. “I heard that this thing can make your toes curl and your eyes roll in less than ten seconds.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I said, pushing the box back in her direction. “Besides, I wasn’t asked to review it. That would be weird. Someone gave it to me as my Secret Santa gift last year, which I can only assume was you because there’s no way Dillon would gift me this.”
Her lips tipped up, confirming that fact. “Still think it would make an awesome review. Imagine all of the engagement we’d get for it?”
“If you think it’s such a great idea, then you write it.”
Sienna frowned, looking back down at the box.
“Maybe I will, but I’ll get my own. Don’t want to deprive you of anything. Not gonna lie, it might do you some good.”
Since asking for Sienna’s advice was getting me nowhere, I tried to type out a response toSpillitagain.
