One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,8
at me.”
“Bullshit.” He twists my stool so my crossed legs swerve around to stop between his outstretched ones. “Lynsey, you’re beautiful. I’ve told you for years that you’re the hot girl next door. Why are you being like this right now?”
“I have pie butt.” My voice quivers.
“You do not have pie butt!” Dean’s voice rises angrily. “I don’t even know what pie butt is. However, it’s most certainly not what you have. You have a sexy ass, Lynsey…I’m telling you, when you walked downstairs tonight, I got a little chub.”
My eyes light, and I can’t hide the grin lifting the corner of my mouth as I unabashedly glance at his groin. “You did?”
He shrugs. “I’m a pig, what can I say?”
“Aww, Dean. There you go, being charming again.” I turn and drop my head on his shoulder and sigh heavily. “I wish I could be charming. Maybe then Dr. Dick and I would’ve ended up in the sack together instead of him threatening to call for a psych evaluation.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. You’re done with your paper, and you don’t have to go back there ever again.”
“Cheers to that!” I straighten to clink my glass to his.
We take a drink.
“Now I just have to focus on finding a job after graduation next month so I don’t have to move.”
“Move?” Dean asks, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“My grandma’s lease ends in three months. If I don’t find a really good job, I won’t be able to stay.”
“Are you kidding?” Dean snaps, pulling his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“What are you getting so angry for?” I ask, watching his entire body go stiff.
He hits me with his chocolate eyes. “I had no idea you couldn’t afford the townhouse. Why didn’t you talk to me?”
“Talk to you about what?”
“Your finances! I could have invested what you should have been paying in rent, and you could have turned a profit and squeaked a few more months out of it. Maybe even a year.”
I laugh at that notion. Dean is a self-educated, self-made stockbroker. He inherited a ton of money from his grandfather, and rather than invest some of it into a college education, he bought a bunch of books and learned everything he could about buying and selling on the stock market. He risked it all on the exchange, and it paid off in a big way. He’s forgotten what it’s like to be broke.
“Dean…first of all, you and I don’t really talk about money. And secondly, I don’t have the kind of cash you’re used to working with. I basically have no cash. I haven’t had a job in three years, so how could I possibly have rent money?”
“Well, I still could have helped you,” he growls. “I can’t believe you might have to move.”
I shrug and rub his back in soothing motions. “It’s fine, Dean. I’m not upset. If I have to move, I have to move. I love my grandma’s place, but I knew it was probably temporary.”
Dean scowls into his beer and puts his glasses back on. “First, Kate moves, and now you.”
“Aww,” I coo, and lean in to press my fingertip into the dimple on his cheek. “Is someone getting attached to his two non-girlfriends?”
He shakes his head, and a smirk lifts the corners of his mouth. “I’m not attached. Honestly, I’ll be glad to be rid of you. I’m sick of being your handyman, especially when I keep telling you guys I’m not handy.”
“I love you too.” I smile at him, and he fights his returning grin. “Let’s order a charcuterie platter. I think you’re hangry.”
“Get the one with the fig jam,” Dean mopes and glances down the bar to try to get the bartender’s attention, who’s currently deep in conversation with a busty blonde. Even with sprinkle tits, I’m invisible to the hipster bartender.
Out of the corner of my eye, Dean’s focus shifts from me to something behind me.
“Oh, shit,” he mumbles under his breath as he stares toward the doorway.
“What is it?”
“Shiiiit,” he hisses and quickly takes another drink of his beer, straightening the tie around his neck.
“Who do you see?” I turn to look over my shoulder.
“Don’t look now because it’ll be obvious,” Dean growls and grabs my arms, twirling me on my stool to face him. “My biggest client just walked in the door.”
“Oh, someone rich then,” I state knowingly.
Dean mostly just works with his own investments, but after news of his