Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,45
me. Whatever your favorite is. I’m going to get my things put away and change into some dry clothes.”
Her bedroom door clicked shut, leaving me stuck on the image of her changing and her naked tits. I quickly shook it off. I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me. Maybe Miles had cursed me ever since he’d gone on about Laney’s good looks that day at work. Or maybe it was the magnetic pull between us at the driving range. Whatever had shifted inside of me had my brain going to places it never had before, places I’d never let it go, but more and more—it was happening beyond my control.
I focused instead on dialing the number for the closest Indian restaurant and placing our order. As soon as I hung up, another text came through. And then another. The first was from a brunette I’d exchanged numbers with at the coffee shop a few mornings ago. The second was from Nadine.
But as I stood there glancing between the rain pelting against the window and the phone in my hand, knowing that Laney was changing clothes behind the door not far from me, the decision seemed clear. Or at least it felt that way, even if it made no sense to me.
“Is the food on its way?” she asked, emerging from the bedroom.
“Yup.” I turned and froze at the sight of her standing there in tiny lounge shorts and a tight-fitting spaghetti-strapped top. My eyes caught on her breasts for a moment before I noticed her shifting, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh, it’s actually pretty chilly in here,” she said, slipping back off into her room.
I was kicking myself inside for staring, especially when she came back out wearing a big, baggy hoodie. She’d just been trying to relax in her temporary home. And I had to go and make it weird by ogling her. Maybe I needed to second-guess my decision not to hit up one of the girls blowing up my phone. It’d been about seventy-two hours since I’d gotten any action. The lack of sex over the past couple of nights seemed to be getting to my brain.
“Everything okay?” She eyed me skeptically as she walked over to the couch.
“Of course. I was just thinking about how gorge—I mean, comfy you look. I should get changed as well.” I started off toward the bedroom, but stopped halfway. “Oh, and Laney?”
“Yeah?” She tucked her legs beneath her on the cushion.
“I had a really good time with you on Saturday. The driving range, dinner, drinks—all of it. I’m glad we’re spending time together again.”
With a strange look on her face, she replied quietly, “Me too.”
An hour later, we were bundled up, side by side on the couch, watching some ridiculous show she’d talked me into. Our feet were propped up next to each other on the coffee table, and our laps were filled with Styrofoam boxes.
Laney laughed as she scooped up some curry and rice with her folded piece of naan bread. “No, you see…she wants to be with him, but her career is more important to her. Sometimes you can love somebody, and it’s still just not meant to be.”
“I don’t know how somebody like you watches this crap.” I shook my head. “You’re a freakin’ genius. Your brain’s too big to even stoop to this level.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Anybody could do what I do if they studied and worked hard enough.”
“I doubt that. Highly.”
“Anyway, that’s exactly why I need mindless TV like this. It’s the only thing that takes my mind off work at the end of the day. And I want to enjoy it while I can. If I get accepted into NYU, I’ll be spending every night slaving away on my PhD.”
“Not if you get it,” I corrected her. “But when you get it.”
I smiled at the way she held up two crossed fingers in the air, scrunching up her nose without taking her eyes off the TV. She was chewing a mouthful of food, and somehow it was still adorable. Especially with her hair pulled into a loose bun on top of her head with little strands falling around her face. Her feet, wrapped in pink fuzzy socks, swayed back and forth next to mine on the coffee table. Laney had this way of looking better in nothing than sweats than most girls did when they were done up to the nines.
“Well, surely you understand choosing your career over