Someone get a mop because I’m not cleaning that up.
“It’s… it’s not cheating if he doesn’t find out,” Brielle squeaks in between moans.
I almost laugh.
The girl’s been dating Xavier Emery, the school’s star basketball player, for over a year now. Not only are these two Easton High’s IT couple, but it’s also common knowledge that her boyfriend and Finn Richards are practically brothers.
They grew up together.
Hell, they share everything—same basketball team, same goals, same inhuman good looks.
Same girl…
This is what I get for trying something new.
I could’ve stuck to dog-sitting on the weekends this summer, but no, I just had to take a house-sitting job forthe most fucked-up family in Silver Springs.
In my defense, the gig sounded too good to be true—great money, room and board, two months living in a mansion. Not to mention the ad said no houseguests except a golden retriever named Lexie. My boss assured me his eldest son, Brody, had moved out and his youngest, Finn, was away at basketball camp for the summer.
Away for the summer, my ass.
“Bedroom. Now,” Brie urges.
Dread claws at me.
Mr. Richards told me to treat myself to the biggest room in the house while he’s away, but… there’s just one problem.
I picked Finn’s bedroom.
Shiiiiiit.
I consider sneaking out through the opened window before remembering that I’m on the second floor and have as much stealth as my deaf grandma trying to hear bingo numbers.
A plan.
I need a plan.
The door to the bedroom swings open the next second, and I opt for the only course of action I can think of: hide under the blanket and pretend I don’t exist.
The cheaters stumble into the room, neither of them taking notice of my presence as they undress each other. It takes me a second to realize that I could go undetected all night. The room is pitch-black, and this bed could fit all of my imaginary boyfriends combined.
I’m not sure what’s worse: getting caught half-naked in my boss’s son’s bed… or being forced to listen to the cool kids have scandalous sex.
I shouldn’t have removed my shorts earlier, but it was as hot as the fiery pits of hell. Safe to say my see-through tank top and lace panties wouldn’t make the best first impression? I worry my heart is going to tear through my chest when two tangled bodies sink down next to me.
This is it.
I’m going to witness a cheerleader deep-throat a jock.
Worst. First. Day. Ever.
Severing the kiss, Brie chokes out a weak “T-This is never happening again.”
Finn cracks a low, deriding laugh. “Sure.”
“I mean it, dickhead.”
“You meant it last time, too.”