Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes. “You know too much about the intricacies of ladies’ grooming. But if you must know, I have an appointment on Wednesday to get touched up.”
“And when did you make that appointment?”
“This morning when I got to work, why?”
Wells’s eyes sparkled. “Ah-ha! I knew it.”
“What do you know?”
“You might have closed the door, but you haven’t locked it and thrown away the key yet.”
“What on Earth are you talking about?”
“If there wasn’t a chance someone might see that hoochie, you would not have made a touch-up appointment. Ergo, while your head is not planning on banging the boy-toy, your hoochie has other plans.”
Wells directed us to the perfume counter. “Hello. We’re looking for a scent that will drive a young man wild,” he said. “What do you have that smells like sex?”
The woman smiled. “You want a sex-on-the-beach type scent?”
Wells twisted his lips. “Not quite that romantic. More like talk dirty to me and take me against the wall of my hotel room.”
The salesclerk chuckled. “Let me see what I can do.”
Fifteen minutes later, I walked away with a ridiculously overpriced bottle of Baccarat, compliments of my best friend. We then headed up the escalator to the men’s department. Wells loaded both our arms with summer clothes for him to try on, and I sat in a chair in the dressing room while he modeled for me.
“Doesn’t my ass look good in these?” Wells turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder at the rear of a pair of aqua swim trunks.
“It looks like you do a lot of squats.”
He shook his ass back and forth a few times and then parked it in the leather chair next to me. “She still hasn’t called?”
I frowned. “She responds to texts politely, but that’s about it.”
“I love Caitlin, but she needs to get over herself.”
“I’m not sure what to do. I want to clear the air, but I also don’t want to push too hard. On the other hand, I don’t want her to think I’m not concerned that she’s upset.”
“As long as we’re talking about clearing the air, there’s something I should tell you. You know keeping secrets gives me heartburn.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I stole Brayden’s number from your phone and called him.”
My eyes bulged. “What? When?”
“The night before we went to New York. I thought you two should talk. So I suggested he accidentally show up at the restaurant where we were having dinner. He really wanted to see you, but he decided he didn’t want to upset you with an ambush.”
My chest grew heavy. That was just like Brayden. He’d jumped at the chance to meet when I’d called, but he was more concerned with my needs than his own. It was one of the things I loved about him.
One of the things I loved about him.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. My eyes filled with tears, and I put my hand over the spot on my chest that ached. “Oh my God, Wells. I think I started to fall in love with him.” I shook my head. “I feel so guilty even saying that, but it’s true.”
“You can’t feel guilty for falling in love with a man before you knew anything about his past relationship with Caitlin.”
“I wasn’t talking about the guilt I feel toward Caitlin, though I do feel that, obviously. I feel disloyal to Richard. He’s the only man I’ve ever said I love you to, aside from my family members. And I thought he would be the only man I said it to for the rest of my life.”
Wells shook his head. “Jesus Christ, Alex. I have no idea how you manage to walk with so much guilt on your shoulders. Caitlin guilt. Richard guilt—for fuck’s sake, you might as well steal that pair of Louboutins so you get something for all that guilt you’re carrying.”
I covered my face with my hands. “Wells, what am I going to do? I’m in love with Brayden.”
“You need to have a conversation with Caitlin. Tell her how you feel. I can understand having guilt if you went after her ex knowing he was her ex. But this was completely innocent. She has to understand that.”
“Even if she does accept it, I’m not sure I can.”
“Well, that’s your choice. But who knows how many loves we get in life. I would hate to see you regret letting yours get away.”
My chest stayed heavy with that thought during the rest of Wells’s try-on session. He wound up buying an armful of clothes, so I was glad the day had been productive for at least one of us. On the way out, we had to pass through the ladies’ shoe department again. Wells picked up the pair of leopard-print stilettos he’d called fuck-me shoes and walked over to the clerk.