Page 125 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“I know you wouldn’t. And I would never cheat on you. You know that, right?”

He looks at me for a long moment. “I know, babe. I trust you.”

I take a sip of wine.

Vaughn gets a strawberry and puts it in his mouth, biting into it. Some of the juice runs down his lip. He catches it with his tongue. “So, tell me about this ex-boyfriend.”

“Huh?”

“The ex who Millie slept with.”

“Oh, Michael.”

“Sounds like a prick.”

I laugh. “He is. A prick who was a drug dealer, which I found out about after six months of dating him. The second I found out, I dumped his sorry ass.”

“How did you find out that he was dealing?”

“I was working on a show, and an actor told me to thank Michael for the coke and that it was good shit, that’d he be telling all his buddies about him.”

“Sounds like a charmer.”

“Oh, yeah, a real charmer.”

“You’ve really gone up in the world with me, Pins.”

I glance at him, and he’s grinning.

“I know, right? But then there wasn’t exactly anywhere for me to go but up after Michael.”

His brow furrows. “I don’t know if that was actually a compliment or not.”

“It was. Well…a backhanded compliment—argh!”

I squeal as he dives on me. Taking me to my back, he pins my hands over my head.

“Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days, Charlotte Michaels. Hey, do you realize you’ve got the same surname as your douche ex’s first name?”

“Of course I realized.” I laugh.

“If you’d married him, you could’ve made him change his surname to yours, so he’d have been called Michael Michaels.”

“You’re a fucking comedian, West. And why exactly are you talking about me marrying another man? My ex, to be precise.”

“I have no clue.” He frowns. “The thought actually makes me want to punch a hole in that tree over there.”

“You’d have to be pretty strong to punch a hole in a tree. Like Hulk strong.”

“You’re killing the romantic in my words.”

“Sorry.” I bite the smile on my lips, but I can’t stop the laugh that comes out.

“You suck.” He frowns, climbing off me, sitting down.

I sit up next to him. “I do suck. Very well, according to you.”

He slides a grin at me. “You do have a mouth like a vacuum.”