Georgina encourages Laila to drink it, so Laila finally picks up the glass, takes a tiny sip, and then winces comically, making everyone laugh.
Amalia returns with pills for Laila, and then heads out to work in another part of the house.
Zander leaves after a bit to find his wife, which prompts Georgina to say she’s going to find Reed. And, suddenly, I’m alone at the table with Laila and her nasty-looking smoothie.
“What’s in that thing?” I ask, as Laila takes another recalcitrant gulp.
“I have no idea,” she replies, wiping her mouth. “Whatever it is, it tastes like ass.”
“Well, if it tastes like your delicious ass, then sign me up.”
She flashes me a snarky look. “I knew you’d bring that up, the first chance you got.”
“You want me to pretend last night never happened, like on tour?”
“I do, actually. Thanks.”
“I’m not doing that again, Laila. Especially not when we’re going to be living together for the next three months. Last night happened, baby. Deal with it. Especially since it’s going to happen again and again and again, every night for the next three months.”
“Don’t confuse my desire for a drunken booty call with my desire to jump into some kind of three-month-long arrangement with you.”
“Why wouldn’t we jump into an arrangement while living together? It’s not like we can mess around with anyone else while we’re pretending to be in love. So, let’s have some fun.”
She sniffs. “You smoke when you drink, and I fuck Adrian Savage when I drink.”
I roll my eyes. “So, are you planning to be celibate for the next three months? Because I’m sure as hell not.” I lean forward. “Especially when I already know how good you taste.”
“Has it escaped your notice that both times we’ve fooled around, we’ve both been shitfaced drunk?”
“That’s not why we fooled around, and you know it.”
“I don’t know that. When I’m sober, I’m not stupid enough to find you irresistible.”
“Booze doesn’t make you stupid, Laila. It makes you honest. And booze certainly isn’t what makes me irresistible to you.”
She snorts.
“Why would you even want to resist me, when I’m so damned delicious?”
“Candy is delicious, too, Savage. But too much candy isn’t good for me.”
“But you don’t expect candy to be good for you, so there’s no false advertising. You eat candy for instant gratification. Because it’s delicious and fun.” I smile. “Come, Laila. Let’s have some delicious fun together.”
She twists her mouth like she’s genuinely considering it. But rather than speak, she brings her hideous smoothie to her lips.
I’m a shark smelling blood. A bloodhound on the scent. She’s losing her resolve. I can feel it. “Come on,” I coo. “When you know, going in, you’re bingeing on candy, then nobody can get hurt.” She purses her lips, but doesn’t say no, so I forge ahead. “Whatever made you want to hunt me down for a booty call last night is still there now, even without a drop of alcohol in your system.”
“I didn’t hunt you down for a booty call last night. You hunted me down for a booty call.”
“Oh, really? What were you doing creeping around in the hallway in the middle of the night in your underwear, if not hunting me down for a booty call?”
She bats her eyelashes. “I got hungry and wanted a snack.”
I snort. “Laila, I saw you pressing your ear against a door. Obviously, you were trying to figure out which room was mine.”
“Maybe. But not for a booty call. I wanted to chew you out for leaving the party without saying goodnight to me.”
“In your underwear?”
“I didn’t think about what I was wearing. I was too drunk and annoyed. You’re the one who said we should always stay in character, whenever we’re not alone. And then, you left the party without so much as a wave goodbye to me? Ha! Would a real boyfriend leave a party without saying goodnight to his girlfriend who supposedly rocks his world? No way!”
I can’t help smiling. I should have known Kendrick would never steer me wrong. The guy is a king. I say, “I left without saying goodnight because I didn’t want to bother you while you were obviously having so much fun with your friends. Plus, the only people left at the party at that point were good friends who were associated with the show, so I knew you were in good hands.”
“You’re such a hypocrite! That’s exactly what I said about Colin!”
I bite back a smile. Pushing her buttons is so damned fun. “Let’s not rehash the Colin thing, okay? The bottom line is you flirted with him last night to make me jealous, because you’re evil, and it worked because I’m stupid and predictable. Can we agree we’re both idiot-assholes and move on, please?”
She looks extremely pleased with that response. “Yes. As long as we agree you’re more of an idiot-asshole than me, then I’m prepared to move on.”
“No. We’re tied.”
She pauses for a beat before exhaling and saying, “Fine.”
“Thank you. Now, admit you were creeping around the hallway in your underwear last night because you were looking for a booty call.”
“What about you? What were you doing in the hallway in your underwear?”
I grin wickedly. “Like you said, I was hungry and looking for a snack.” I lean forward. “And, lucky for me, the snack I found was even tastier than I’d fantasized it’d be. So damned tasty, I can’t wait to eat it again and again, starting tonight.”
She bites her lip but says nothing. And I know she’s on the bitter cusp of agreeing to fuck my brains out every night for the next three months.
“Aw, come on, Laila,” I coo in my most seductive voice. “Why fight it? Let’s have some fun.”
She exhales. “I don’t want it to get confusing.”
I furrow my brow. “In what way?”
She shrugs. “Won’t it be weird if we’re working together, living together, pretending to be head over heels for each other .
