“Who the hell isthat?” Brie glowers at me, elbowing Finn in the ribs. Finn doesn’t say a word, mouth hanging as he stares me up and down.
Anyone in their right mind would apologize in this scenario. Any smart house sitter would suck up to her employer’s kid.
So, you can imagine my surprise when my mouth forms the words, “Hi, I’m Dia, the cow your dad hired for the summer. Nice to meet you.”
Finn’s eyebrows lift to his forehead at my response. The shock in his gaze quickly morphs into something so cold it shoots shivers up my spine.
In his eyes… I see hate.
Not just your everyday dislike.
The real deal.
You know, the kind you save for someone who gave you an incurable STD?
So, why is he directing it at me? His hateful stare makes me so uncomfortable I lift the blanket higher up my chest as if to shield myself. He’s about to speak when Brie beats him to it.
“You… I… how long has she been listening?”
Someone’s worried about this getting back to her boyfriend.
“I woke up when you came into the room,” I lie.
“Get out.” Finn’s harsh voice steals my breath.
I blink at him.
“Get the fuck out,” he repeats, this time louder.
Brie lets out a small snicker. “You heard him, cow.”
“I was talking to you,” Finn shocks her by saying.
“You what?” she spits.
“Just fucking leave, Randall. I’ll deal with her.”
Deal with her?
What’s he going to do?
Sell my organs to the highest bidder?
Brie picks her top off the bed, throws it back on, and makes a beeline for the door, only stopping to say, “You make sure she keeps her fucking mouth shut, or I’ll come back and staple your balls to the wall, we clear?”
“I said leave.” Finn doesn’t even spare her a look, his focus drilled into my forehead. Offended, Brie intentionally slams the door. Her footsteps fade down the hall until there isn’t a sound to be heard.
It hits me a second too late.
I’m all alone.
In the middle of the night.
With Easton High’s delinquent—seriously, the guy was voted “most likely to end up in jail” by his own friends—with no witnesses around except a golden retriever who’s sound asleep downstairs.
“What the actual fuck are you doing in my bed?” Finn accuses as soon as Brie’s gone, and I curse every decision I’ve ever made for leading me here.
“Sleeping. Your dad said—”