God, I love this girl.
“Okay, now, this is my Kindle. You know how much I love my Kindle, Whit. ”
I nodded and winked at her. “Yep, I know Court. You’ve already given me the warning about your Kindle. ”
She slowly started to hand me the Kindle. When I reached for it, she pulled it back.
“Wait—I can’t let you take it into the bathroom. I’ll put it on your bed. I’ll open it up to the book you need to read. ”
I laughed as I rolled my eyes.
I used her Kindle once to read a book while we had been on vacation. Sitting by the pool, I had been bored out of my mind. She’d just finished reading some fifty shades of more fucked-up men.
“Okay, Lollipop, just put it on my bed. ” I turned to walk into the bathroom. “Wait—what is it called, and what is it about?”
Courtney turned around and gave me her evil little smile. “The name of the book is Knight and Play. And you’re gonna have to read it to see what it’s about. ”
I just looked at her. “Bitch. ”
She laughed as she walked into my room. “You know you love me. I have fresh new batteries in your B. O. B!” She winked as she spun around and headed back down the hallway before stopping and turning to me again. “Hey, Whitley?” she asked with a serious face.
“Yeah?”
“Give Layton a chance. I know what he was doing tonight with that girl seems like a fucked-up thing, but…just don’t put him in the same category as Roger. Okay?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Enjoy your bath. ”
I walked into the bathroom, and I closed the door. Leaning against it, I put my head back on it and sighed. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was Layton and his amazing eyes…and body…and smile.
Fuck it. I’m taking a shower and getting to that damn book!
Chapter Eight: Layton
I couldn’t get what Whitley had said out of my mind. I sat on the side of the road in my truck, dreading going home to
an empty house. My phone started to ring—again.
Misty.
“Fuck!” I said as I let the call go to voice mail.
I’d never seen anyone so pissed-off as she had been when I’d told her I was going home alone. She’d called me every name in the book.
There was no way I was taking Misty home to fuck after what Whitley had said. A part of me was upset that Whitley even knew about Misty and me. I was going to find out which fucking friend of mine had spilled the beans.
My phone went off again. This time, I answered it.
“Layton! What in the fuck? I thought there was something between us. Who was that bitch who talked shit to me outside of Joe’s? What did she say to you to make you change your mind?”
I took a deep breath. “Listen, Misty, I was going to talk to you anyway. Honey, it was fun, but I’m not looking to get involved with anyone, and it’s really not very fair of me to string you along like I was. I just needed—”
I heard her laugh over the phone.
“You just needed, what, Layton? A good fuck?”
Ah, shit—if she only knew she wasn’t even a good fuck. She was just someone to erase the memories for a bit.