Chapter Nineteen
RAVEN
The line goes dead, and immediately, I start panicking.
What did I just agree to?
Glancing at the time, I notice I have the whole afternoon to get ready for a dinner I shouldn’t want to go to, but my treacherous heart says otherwise. After the night at my dad’s I shut down, he’d annoyed the shit out of me with his behavior, and at the time, Iwasdone with him. But where James Smith is concerned, I’ll apparently take any scrap he sends my way and beg him for more.
So,what does that say about me? That I’m so desperate for him to notice me that I’ll roll over every time he says jump? I groan and slap a hand to my face.
I just can’t figure out why he wants to spend time with menow? I know my dad said he’d ask James to take me for dinner, but he’s never done it before. Is it because of the night at my parents? It’s a pity date?And now he feels like he owes me something after giving me an orgasm without even really touching me?
My confidence is at an all-time low as I conjure up different scenarios in my head. Without even thinking about it, I snatch up my phone from the bed and text Mia.
911
Mia
Who do I have to kill?
No one… yet.
Mia
I’m listening *side eye emoji*
What does one wear to have dinner with someone?
My phone rings in my hand, and I glance down to see it’s Mia. I should have known I wouldn’t get away with it that easily.
“Hi?” It comes out as more of a question for some reason.
“When were you going to tell me you were going on a date with someone?” she squeals.
I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “It’s not a date. It's dinner with a… friend.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I brace my elbows on my knees and hang my head.
Mia chuckles. “Dinner? With a friend?”
“Uh, huh.” I nod even though she can’t see me and bite my nail nervously. “Can you help me here or not?” I whine, throwing myself back onto my bed.
“Where’s he taking you?”
“Erm, I don’t actually know.”
She groans. “Fuck me, lady. Don’t you think you should have asked first? So you know what to wear?”
“He hung up on me before I could ask,” I exclaim, shoving the hair from out of my face and sitting up. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“My love, when have I not helped when you’ve needed it?” she points out, and I smile.
“Okay, fair point. Now get directing.”
“I prefer to be the one directed?—”
“Mia,” I shout. “Please,help me. I’m desperate here.”
She blows out a breath. “He must be someone pretty special to get you worked up like this. Dare I ask if you’ve finally forgotten about Daddy James?”
