Chapter 31
Anna
On the phone, Becka said, "So did he? Taste it, I mean?"
Over a week had passed since that whole waffle incident, and I'd been playing telephone tag with my sister for days.
Now it was nearly noon, and I was hunkered down in the hideous pink bedroom, where I wouldn't be overheard. "No," I replied. "He called me crazy and tossed the whole thing in the trash."
"Really?"
"Well, I guess I can't really blame him," I said. "I mean, the waffle piecesdidhit the floor. But seriously, I was looking to make a point."
"Oh yeah?" Becka said with a laugh. "And what point is that?"
"Just that he couldn't get the best of me, you know?"
"You wanna know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think he's right. Youarecrazy."
"Yeah. I know," I said. "Because he'smakingme crazy."
This was true in more ways than one. Most of the time, he was such a jerk. But every once in a while, I saw flashes of humanity, along with yes, other things that weren't nearly as important.
Like his ab muscles.
And just for the record? They wereveryfine.
I'd seen them by chance only an hour ago when I'd happened to glance out the back window in time to see Flynn returning from a hike in the surrounding woods. As he moved, he'd used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face.
For such a basic gesture, it had looked annoyingly sexy.
But so what?He was a bigtime movie star. It was his job to look sexy. Right?
As for myself, when our fake relationship became public,myjob would be to pretend to appreciate that sort of thing – hard abs and glistening muscles, a tight ass and long legs, and probably his defined pecs while I was at it.
As my mind wandered, my tongue brushed my upper lip.Oh, boy.And his face, I couldn’t forgetthat. It reallywastoo beautiful for words.
With my free hand, I reached up to rub the back of my neck.Maybe pretending wouldn’t be so hard after all.
On the phone, Becka was saying, "Speaking of crazy, guess who showed up at the apartment this morning."
I snapped back to reality. "Who?"
"A reporter."
"Really? What did they want?"
"What else?" she said. "You."
"Me? Why?"
"Oh come on," she said. "You know why. You were in that video."
I tried to laugh. "Which one?" By now, I'd watched a ton of amateur footage on the internet. There were shots of me sitting in the restaurant booth with Flynn when Felicity showed up, along with even more footage of the fight between Flynn and Sammy.
