“Well, no. Of course, his sister’s bridesmaid was an exception, but that’s because Tessa would have hung his balls out to dry if he was a dick to her.”
“Right. So why do you think he’d want to talk to me?”
“I’m thinking on that.” She sips her coffee again. “Maybe he wants to take you on a date.”
“Hell to the no.” Panic jolts through my body. “I’m not going on a date with him. Ever. Dates are stringy.”
Day rolls her eyes. “And so is some cheese, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Tyler is not string cheese.” And the oddest sentence award goes to that one.
“No, he’s just the cheese.”
“I’m not following.”
Where did the cheese come from again?
“Not all cheese is good cheese. String cheese is good cheese. Maybe Tyler is string cheese before it turns into string cheese.”
I blink at her. She’s lost me. Totally. “Um, sure. But he’s not my string cheese. I don’t even like string cheese.”
“Of course you don’t. You don’t appreciate good cheese.”
“Can we stop saying cheese now?” I raise my eyebrows, and we both laugh. “I don’t know why I called you. This conversation has gotten me nowhere,” I sigh.
Dayton chews on her bottom lip. “Well, our conversations rarely go anywhere that makes sense. But to answer your original question—I assume it wasn’t rhetorical—no, I don’t think Aaron would be happy to choose a new best man.” She smiles.
I sigh. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
“And no, I’m not getting a new maid of honor. You two will just have to find some way to work together fully clothed.” She stands and grabs her purse. “By the way, have you planned the bridal shower and bachelorette party yet?”
Fucking bridal shower and bachelorette party.
“Almost,” I fib. “But you know I’m not telling you anything about them.”
“That’s what you say when you don’t know yourself.” She shoots me a triumphant smirk. “And don’t forget. You promised me I could take some pictures of you for my school stuff this weekend.”
Fuck.
“I didn’t forget,” I lie again.
Day merely smiles before stepping onto the sidewalk.
Right. That shoot I promised her. Surely that’s not this weekend? I mean, I wouldn’t have organized it for a weekend. Weekend is work, drink, and sex time. Not necessarily in that order.
I grab my cell and, after flipping straight to the calendar, see that she’s right. Saturday, two o’clock, Dayton’s photo thing. Dayton’s photo thing? Get a load of my technical lingo. Sigh. I suppose there’s no backing out of this, despite the fact I’ll be working until three a.m. Saturday night.
Someone coughs in front of me and I look up. My mouth goes dry. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Tyler smirks, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve never left a beautiful woman sitting alone in a coffee shop.”
“Oh, I believe you.” I drop my phone into my purse. “Luckily for me, I was just leaving.”
“Sit down, Olivia.”
My eyes immediately narrow at the use of my full name. Only my mother uses my full name. “Call me by my proper name and I’ll consider it.”
He sighs like it’s a hardship to repeat himself. I’ll give him a f**king hardship. Being stalked by his ass is as hard as it gets.
“Sit down, Liv.”
“You never said please.”
His eyes meet mine, annoyance darkening them. “Are you this annoying normally or do you reserve it for me, babe?”
“Oh, I have a special brand of annoying I keep just for ass**les who won’t leave me alone, babe.” I slam my purse onto the table and sit down. “You have”—I glance at the clock on the wall—“approximately two minutes to explain to me what the hell you’re doing here when not twelve hours ago I told you quite clearly that I have no desire to talk to you.”
Tyler leans forward and rests his forearms on the table. I try not to look at his biceps. But come on. A girl only has so much willpower, and boy. He has niiiiice biceps.
“No desire to talk. Plenty to look though.” The smirk on his face pisses me off.
“Are you this ass**le-ish to every girl you meet or should I consider myself special?” I throw his words back at him.
His smirk slowly transforms into a full grin that shows his dimple. “Oh, you’re special. I f**ked you twice.”
“Oh, yay. Do I get a gold star?”
“If you behave, I’ll give you another orgasm.”
“If you try it, I’ll take a butter knife to your balls.” I bend forward and smack my hand on the table. “Now talk.”
“I would if it wasn’t so f**king fun pissing you off.” He covers my hand with his.
“Why are you here?” I ask, secretly liking the warmth of his palm over my fingers. Okay, I’m a hypocrite. “I thought you had a shoot this afternoon.”
“Nothing Day can’t handle herself. It’s only for a pretty, little rich boy who thinks he can take over the world.” He lifts my hand and examines each of my fingers slowly.
“Then she must be missing her model.”
He meets my eyes, his dark ones glinting with amusement. “You have beautiful eyes.”
I also have great tits and a pert ass thanks to endless squats, so kudos to him for noticing my eyes. Even if we did have to f**k twice first.
“I’d thank you if I thought you meant it.” Not that he’s getting off easily. I take my hand from his and rest it on my lap. “You still haven’t told me while you’re here and you passed your two minutes some five minutes ago, so I’m going. I have to get to work.”
I get up and head for the door of the coffee shop, but he’s quicker, and he pulls open the door for me. Any guy who opens a door for me makes me melt a little, even if the guy is Tyler.
“Thank you,” I offer.
“You’re welcome. Although it should be noted the only reason I held the door open was so I could stare at your ass as you walked through it.”
And it’s gone. “Prick.”
He jogs to catch up with me as I angrily stalk down the sidewalk. Why didn’t I drive to the coffee shop? Oh, yeah. My clever ass decided that driving when the sun is out is a stupid idea and I should embrace the early spring sun.