The Babysitter (9 page)
“Jude! What’s taking so long?” a female yelled from upstairs.
“Just a minute!” he called back.
“Who’s that?” I leaned to the side.
“Vicky.”
“One of your dad’s groupies?”
“Of course.”
Of course.
I sighed.
“Well, there are your condoms. Feel free to use them on your dad’s groupie.” I gestured to the bag and simply accepted that I’d made a bad decision in choosing him. “Tonight’s a bust anyway. Let’s just hang out tomorrow.”
“What the fuck?” He dropped the bag and caught me before I turned around again. “Now you’re mad? That’s not even fair. I didn’t even know you would be here or that you would . . . you know, want me to . . . deflower you.”
“Deflower?” I buried my face into my hands. “Just kill me now.”
“That
is
what you wanted, right?” He moved my hands away from my face. “You were going to ask me to take your virginity, or am I to assume that you intended on taking mine?”
“You’re so not a virgin.”
He fluttered his long eyelashes. “I could be.”
“I thought I told you to forget about it.”
“No way. We’re discussing this.”
“Jude! Can you bring up some wine too?” Vicky, the groupie, screamed out.
“You better get her that wine.” I rolled my eyes. “See you tomorrow.”
“Hell no.” He brought me back. And just like that, his face shifted from fun-loving to pissed. He formed his lips into a straight line. His blue eyes glittered with an edge of annoyance. “I planned all types of shit for us tonight. In fact, I’ve been putting it all together for months.”
“I didn’t know—”
“Of course you didn’t. It’s a surprise.”
“None of it can wait until I’m less embarrassed?”
His right cheek twitched as if he was holding in laughter. “Rain, you’ll be embarrassed for years after this. I’m going to make sure I remind you about that moment for a long, long time. You might as well stop pouting like a baby.”
“I’m not pouting.”
He poked my bottom lip. “Yes, you are.”
“Fine. Just a little.” I tucked some of my curls behind my ear. “Do we really have to hang out tonight?”
“Hell yes. You just got back yesterday, and I don’t get to see you much anymore. You’re always up painting with geeky guys that aren’t as awesome as me. You barely come home. You said your summer was mine this year.”
“It is.”
He raised his hands in the air. “And this is your birth weekend!”
“Oh God.”
“I have twenty-two surprises for you.”
“I’m turning twenty-one, not twenty-two.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “I had an extra surprise pop up this time so we’re starting a new tradition. For each of our birthdays, we add an extra surprise for luck.”
“I’m scared.”
“You should be.” He winked. “Are you pissed at me?”
“No.”
“Let me go tell Vicky that plans have changed.” He motioned his head toward upstairs. “I’ll tell her never mind on the sex, jump in the shower, and get ready to go.”
“You might as well have sex with her.” I bent over, picked up the bag, and tossed it to him. He caught it with ease.
“No way I’m hooking up with someone else while you’re here. I’ve been waiting forever to see you and—” he dangled the apple bag “—how can I even think about another woman with this shoved into my head.”
“No.” I envisioned him messing with his dad’s groupie and cringed. “I’m taking back the crazy thought that you should be my first.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You can’t take it back.”
“Actually, I can.”
He held his hands against his chest. A mock hurt expression spread across his face. “You hurt me bad, Rain. You hurt me bad.”
“Just go upstairs and have fun with your dad’s groupie. Eww, by the way.”
“My dad’s teaching me the most important lesson in life.”
I shook my head. “What’s that?”
“Sharing.”
“I think I just vomited in my mouth.”
“Oh, no. Don’t throw up now. Save all of that for later. So, change of plans. I’ll be down after I shower and dress. Don’t leave.” He twirled the bag and stared at it for a second.
“I’m not staying here with your dad,” I whispered.
“Oh, yeah. Well, then I’ll pick you up in less than an hour. And about your virginity—”
“Not talking about this with you.”
“We are.”
“Not now.” I rushed off to the front door and dug my hand into my purse to get my phone.
“Fine. You won’t be able to escape this conversation later.” He raced up the stairs with my bag in hand. “I’ll pick you up soon. Please, keep that sexy dress on.”
“Oh, be quiet.” I opened the door. “You’re not special anymore. I’m wearing sneakers and jeans.”
Kaden stood outside on the porch and wagged his finger at me. “Where are you going?”
I glanced over my shoulder and then back at him. “Umm. . .didn’t you go into the kitchen?”
“You’re avoiding me again. I figured you would sneak out without finishing our discussion.”
He’s just as insane as his son.
“I forgot.”
He tossed me a skeptical look.
“I did.”
Kind of.
“Well, then I’m glad I ran around the house and got in front of the door to remind you.” He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. “Which now seems pretty odd as I stand here.”
“Don’t worry. This night just seems to get weirder and weirder.”
“Hungry?”
“No.”
“Good. Let’s eat. I’m cooking.”
He hooked his arm around mine and tugged me back in.
“But—”
“Just dinner.”
Best. Evening. Ever.
I groaned and went back into the house.
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