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“Message received. I’ll try not to piss you off anymore.”
Shaking my head, I waved as he opened his truck door. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Betty.”
I closed the door on a shiver, liking how his voice dropped deeper when he said my name. Liking it a little too much. I don’t know why I was having these tingly feelings about a man I didn’t like.
Bennett Broussard wasn’t even my type. Too arrogant and perfect in every way. Annoying. I’d bet Mr. Business Bennett was all precise and robotic. Vanilla.
We shall assume missionary position, now, Betty,I imagined him saying.
Then I imagined him hovering over me and spreading my legs with his hips.
A flare of heat spiked right between my thighs.
Whoa, there! That’s enough of that.
Wandering back to the living room, I picked up my script, the pages falling open to a scene where Corie was loving all over her husband Paul. The stage direction in parentheses read,they embrace and kiss passionately. Sweat broke out on the back of my neck.
I’d never been in a play where I had to kiss my scene partner or anything. In high school, I had to fake slap Tiffany Poirier in our production ofLegally Blonde.
But this. Stage kissing. Bennett Broussard.
The thought made me both aroused and annoyed.
What would it be like to fake kiss a guy who I was attracted to but also firmly disliked?
Ignoring the sudden acceleration of my pulse, I picked up the chips and salsa, determined to deal with those thoughts later when I couldn’t avoid them anymore. Fake kissing or not, I couldn’t wait till rehearsal next week.
Chapter Five
~BETTY~
“Guesswho won a teacher lotto gift for Homecoming?” Finn waved a piece of paper in the air as he met me halfway to the back exit of BHS as I was leaving school.
Our PTA always did a lottery drawing of gifts donated by local businesses for Homecoming.
“Awesome. What did you win? A car wash from Fred’s or dinner for two at El Mariachi.”
I might’ve been a bit snarky, but El Mariachi was legit the best Mexican restaurant for a hundred miles, and I’d kill for a free dinner there. If that’s what he won, he was taking me.
“Just guess.” He smiled with more than the normal amount of glee.
“No idea, Finley. Stop rubbing it in and just tell me.” He handed over the gift certificate for two to a couples culinary lesson, “Italian Night” at Broussard’s Fresh Market. I did a double-take and looked closer.
“What is that exactly?”
“They teach you to cook a meal, then let you eat it and drink a bottle of wine.”
Not bad, Broussard. That was pretty creative. Something I was sure some locals would get into. Especially those who didn’t want to drive a half an hour to Lafayette for a similar culinary date night.
“Very cool, I have to admit.”
“Yes, I know it hurts to actually compliment the devastatingly handsome Mr. Broussard.”
“I never said he wasdevastatinglyhandsome.”
“No need. It’s a fact, princess.” He flicked my hair then turned toward the auditorium. “I’m hoping Michael will be up for Italian Night. Maybe he can fit me into his plans with a two-week warning.”
