“I’m. Not. Going.” I hit the UP button on the elevator. I still hadn’t fully processed the fact that Tanner had indeed left, but I had a feeling a breakdown was coming. And I was out of pork. Which meant I had no food to drown my sorrows in. So I was probably going to rip up my mattress like a wild, starving animal.Oh no.I already felt hungry again…
Cole stuck his hand in to stop the door from closing. “Are you mad about earlier? Is that it?”
“Uh, yeah. You could say that.”
“Why?”
“Because you were going to spit roast me with some rando!”
“Those weren’t randos. Those were my friends.”
“That might make it worse. I’m not sure. Either way, you’re a despicable pervert.”
“Guilty as charged. But in my defense, I thought you were too.”
“And what would give you that idea?”
“Well…you did strip down for a bunch of high schoolers at Club Onyx. And you made your little boy toy pleasure you on stage while you watched your best friend get spit roasted.”
My face turned into a bright red tomato.Kill me now.I had been hoping that no one had seen that. If Cole saw it, that meant everyone probably had.
“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you get embarrassed?” he asked.
I punched his arm.Ow.Were his arms made out of bricks? “I hate you.”
“You won’t after our date. Come on, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
I wanted to say no. To tell him I was with Tanner. But the truth was, Tanner had left me. Again. And tonight I could either sit in my bed, eating twice my weight in pork and trying not to let my meat get wet from my tears and that was only if I was lucky enough to find more pork, or… I stared at Cole. I could go on a stupid date with stupid Cole to get my mind off of stupid Tanner. And honestly, the fact that Cole bought me this dress and went out of his way to surprise me made my heart skip a beat. Yes, he was cocky. But maybe I needed a date with a cocky guy tonight.
He put his hand out for me.
“If I go on this date with you,” I said, “you have to promise me three things.”
“Name your terms.”
I held up a finger. “First, you have to promise not to spit roast me.”
“I promise I won’t spit roast you,” he said with a smile. “Even if you beg for it.”
God, why had I let Tanner finger me in front of a whole group of people? Now everyone knew I was a kinky bitch. “How gentlemanly of you.”
“I try. What’s next?”
I held up a second finger. “Second, you have to promise that I won’t end up naked.”
“What you do with your clothes is strictly up to you. But I promise that I won’t remove your clothing without your permission.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. That wasn’t exactly what I asked him to promise. “So you won’t trick me into flashing a group of high schoolers?”
“Hey, you did that on your own…”
“Promise you won’t trick me into getting naked.”
“Okay, fine. I promise.”
“Good.” I put up my third finger. “And third, promise that you will still honor our bet and get naked whenever I want. I’m agreeing to this date of my own volition, not because you won a bet. Which you didn’t. You lost.”
He nodded. “Even though you cheated, I did technically lose. So I promise to honor our bet.”
