“God, I’ve been so fucking stupid.”
Faye smiled, cocking her head. “And you’re not in love with me, Phoebe. You can’t stand the sight of me most days. But I’m happy with Talia. And what you did at the club is not okay.” Faye still couldn’t quite believe what Phoebe had done. Anger flared deep within her. “You assaulted her!”
“Don’t tell me how I feel.” Phoebe clenched her jaw, glaring at Faye as she dismissed the fact that she had, in fact, assaulted Talia.
This was a waste of time. Phoebe, for whatever reason, never seemed to understand how her behaviour affected other people. Nor did she realise that it wasn’t appropriate to throw herself at another woman. Faye couldn’t be involved with someone like that. Someone who took what they wanted.
“You can’t even look at me with respect let alone speak to me with it.” Faye climbed down from her stool and threw a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m just going to head off. This is pointless.”
“So, that’s it? You’re throwing away a twelve-year relationship for some slut?”
“That’s exactly why I’m throwing away a twelve-yearfriendshipwith you. You’re not the person I thought you were.”
As Faye opened the front door, the sound of a toilet flush caught her attention. She didn’t particularly care who Phoebe had over. That was until the bathroom door opened and Jenna walked out wearing very little.
“Oh, you have to be kidding me!”
“F-Faye, hi.” Jenna blushed, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch.
“Yeah, I’m more than done here.” Faye stepped out into the corridor, disappointed by the people she seemed to welcome into her life. Yes, Phoebe had been there for her at a time when her life was falling apart, but she would have preferred to go it alone if this was the outcome in the end. “Take care of yourself, Phoebe. Don’t call me again.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
“God,I don’t want to work tonight.” Talia flung herself through Faye’s front door, smiling when she found Faye curled up on the couch with a hot chocolate and a book. “I’m dreading it even more when I see you sitting here like this.”
“Well, we don’t all have a hot body that’s in demand. I stay in my lane, and you stay in yours.”
“But…what if I want to be in your lane?” Talia pushed out her bottom lip, frowning. “Your lane looks so much more fun this afternoon.”
“Sure. Lying on the couch with a hot chocolate is so rock and roll. I don’t know how you haven’t ripped my clothes off yet.” Faye rolled her eyes, closing her book over and sliding it onto the coffee table. “But we can have dinner and stuff before you leave, so it’s not all bad.”
“And…stuff?”
Faye quirked an eyebrow, removing her black, thick-rimmed reading glasses. “You know, sit around. Twiddle our thumbs.”
“I can think of something I want to twiddle, and itisn’tthumbs.”
Faye barked a laugh, that delicious sound floating around the apartment.
“I did have something in mind, but I’m not sure it’s your kind of thing.”
“Now I’m intrigued.”
“I need to like…warm up for tonight,” Talia said nonchalantly. Her gaze penetrated Faye as she tried to work out what she was saying, a slow grin spreading on Faye’s mouth. “You know?”
Faye clambered from the couch as quickly as she could, landing in front of Talia. “No, I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you take a seat on the couch then? It’smucheasier if I just show you.” Faye turned, but Talia suddenly gripped her wrist. “Ah, not yet.”
Faye swallowed as she looked up into Talia’s eyes.
“Tell me something,” Talia whispered, lowering the zip on Faye’s hoodie. “That first night you came into my room…did you know how aroused I was?”
“N-no.” Faye’s eyes darkened.
“You’re the only person to ever do that to me.”
Faye blushed, her dimples threatening an appearance. “I’m sure that’s not true.”