Page 62 of Return Policy
Her mouth falls open, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Did you just make aPrincess Diariesreference?”
I shrug. “Perhaps… and I know what my costume is gonna be.”
“What’s that?”
“Since it’s your birthday, I’ll just wear gold boxers, tie a bow around my neck, and call it a day.”
“So what… you’re my gift?” she asks, unamused.
“Guess so.”
“Are you returnable?”
“Sorry, baby. No returns, no refunds.”
“What kind of return policy is that?” She chuckles with a smile that steals the breath from my damn lungs.
“The good kind,darlin’.” I wink, exaggerating the pet name to drive her crazy.
“You havegotto stop calling me things like that.” The crinkles by her eyes tell me her protests are half-hearted.
“You call me honey. What’s the difference?”
“I call you HoneyBee. It’s totally different.” She throws her arms out, almost knocking over her margarita.
“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed, doll face.” I chuckle, and she rolls her eyes, letting her arms fall back to her sides before taking a big swig of her margarita.
“I don’t have a fake ID, so maybe you can help get me some drinks?” She rests her face on her hands, batting her eyelashes at me, and I bite down so hard on my lower lip I almost taste blood.
“Is that all I’m good for?” I raise my brows. “Feeding you and getting you drunk?”
She narrows her eyes with a crooked smirk. “I didn’t say to get me drunk. I said to sneak me some libations, kind sir.”
“Yeah, of course. I shall keep your glass mighty full,” I reply in an excellent British accent, eliciting a sweet giggle from her.
My phone buzzes on the table so I pick it up, glancing at the screen.
BIG STING ENERGY
Noah Caruso
Party at The Baller Pad tonight to celebrate last night’s ass kicking
Desmond Ball
Boobs & Beer in heavy supply
Julian Liscero
And bud
Noah Caruso
No bud.
Julian Liscero
Kidding, Cap. No bud.
