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The guys had warned me about this, but I never imagined she’d think the same.

Gaze sliding away, her chin firms. “It would make things awkward, complicated between you two.”

“Then let’s make this simple. I won’t pick him as my agent.”

Ivy’s hair swings over her shoulders as she whips around. “No. You can’t do that. I won’t be responsible for him losing you as a client. Do you have any idea how shitty that would make me feel?”

“And what about us? Am I that expendable to you?” Fuck if my voice doesn’t crack.

“Of course not.” She wraps her arms around her middle, taking a step back. “But it’s foolish to enter into a relationship with you if he’s going to be your agent.”

“We’re already in a relationship, Ivy.” My voice bounces over the walls, turning heads, drawing stares.

I put my back between the room and her. “And it’s the most important one of my life.”

The words barely leave my mouth when it hits me just how much I want a relationship with her. Ivy has been my girl all along, the One. I’ve just been too scared, too cautious to fully admit it to myself.

She blinks, her face pale, a bead of sweat breaking out on her upper lip. “I meant a sexual relationship.”

“Sex doesn’t have to mean the end of—”

“But it does! It always fucks things up.” Her wide brown eyes stare up at me. “Please. I don’t want to ruin everything with sex. We just need to cool things down. And it will be the same again. We’ve been in each other’s pockets...”

“Yeah. You’ve said that already.”

Problem is, that’s the only place I want to be. But Mac obviously wants something else. Jesus, but that makes my insides constrict.

I swallow convulsively. Holy hell, but there’s a hot prickle behind my eyes. “Right. Well, I’m going now.”

Before I totally lose my shit.

She doesn’t stop me. I walk out of the coffee shop, each step leaving me colder and colder, until the dark night swallows me up.

Chapter 18

Gray

IvyMac: I created a new donut. It’s called the Bad Sack: salted caramel with a chocolate ganache center that gushes when you bite into it. Personally, I refer to it as Sacked Gray. But I won’t tell anyone but you its true name. ;-)

GrayG: Sounds delicious. I’ll have to try it sometime. Got practice all day. See you later.

IvyMac: Okay. See you.

IvyMac: Haven’t seen you in a while.

GrayG: Haven’t been able to do anything but train. I can’t feel my legs anymore.

IvyMac: I’m sorry.

IvyMac: I don’t like thinking of you in pain.

GrayG: Don’t worry, Mac. All pain eventually goes away.

IvyMac: You going out to Palmers tonight? Fi and I are going to dance. You should come with us.

GrayG: Can’t. Booster party in honor of the playoffs at some fancy country club. Whole team has to go. Suits required. Cue my ass being pinched by cougars.

IvyMac: So not all bad then? ;-)

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