clamoring in the hall, and they froze.
“Did you ask her yet?” Claire.
“Did she say yes?” Heidi.
“I brought breakfast!” Kate.
“I don’t think we should be here.” Kels.
“We should definitely be here, if only to get a shot at seeing Ben naked.” Tammy.
A cackle. Cora. “I think you’re my favorite friend.”
The dogs jumped off the mattress and sprinted from the bedroom, as though finally realizing people who would love on them were just mere feet away.
“Sweet Christ,” Ben muttered.
Stef tugged the covers up. “What are they doing here?”
Ben winced. “I might have accidentally mentioned that I was going to propose this morning.”
She glared.
Another wince. “Does that yes still stand?”
God, she loved him. “Yes,” she whispered, rolling so she was on top of him. “It’s still a yes. Because my friends are punishment enough—”
“Hey!”
She darted a glance to the entrance to the bedroom, saw her friends crammed into the door. “I said, yes, now go,” she ordered. “And shut the door behind you.”
They went.
But not before Cora whined, “But we didn’t get to see—”
They closed the door.
Stef was left alone with her man.
And she was the lucky one to see him naked.
Epilogue
Bad Girlfriend
Tammy
Are you really breaking up with me via text?
Tammy winced as she read the text message and started to set down her cell.
But it vibrated again.
While I’m in your bathroom?
Yeah, so her timing wasn’t ideal.
Sighing, she tugged the covers back and pulled on her robe. Her frumpy, holey, old flannel robe that absolutely dwarfed her and was so unappealing that it had run off more than her fair share of men.
Which was why she only pulled it out for very special occasions.
Her period when she felt horrible and crampy and exhausted and just wanted to veg on the couch and pretend that her uterus wasn’t shredding itself to pieces.
The other very special occasion?
This.
The bathroom door cracked open as she was belting it, and a very pretty, probably too pretty for her man walked out. Naked. She picked up his clothes, turned them right side out, and handed them to him.
“This is me breaking up with you. Not in the bathroom,” she added when he opened his mouth to say something she didn’t want him to say. “Not that we were together in the first place.”
“We’ve been sleeping together for three months.”
She lifted a brow. “We’ve been fucking together. That’s it. That’s what I made clear from the moment I brought you home from Bobby’s.”
“That’s not—”
He broke off, and she pointed to the clothes. “Get dressed,” she ordered, moving to the bedroom door. “I’ll clue you in. You’re upset because you’re usually the one who ends things, and you’re used to women fawning all over you because you’re pretty.” A beat. “And you are. You’re gorgeous.”
His face went soft, and Tammy remembered why she’d brought him home in the first place.
But the man was getting too attached.
It would be much less messy to end things now.
“But I’m done.”
“But—”
“Done,” she repeated, having done this too many times to do anything but end it here and now. Adam was a nice guy, and she’d kept him around for so long because he’d seemed on board to be a fuck buddy, but tonight . . . tonight he’d been different.
Tonight he’d made love to her.
Tonight hadn’t been about mutual attraction.
He had feelings for her, and she couldn’t let that stand. Better to cut ties now before he grew even more attached, before things got messier.
“Get dressed,” she said again, exiting the bedroom and walking down the hall, moving to the front door.
It was better to be by an exit.
That made things less complicated . . . and easier to slam and lock the door.
A minute later, Adam emerged from the bedroom, shoving his cell and wallet into his pocket, his eyes blazing, his lips parting as he lifted his arms, preparing to take her in his arms.
Fuck.
She sidestepped, gripped the doorknob, and opened the door.
“Bye, Adam,” she murmured.
“We’d be good together.”
“No,” she said. “We wouldn’t.”
“You like me.”
She clenched her jaw. “Look, you’re a nice guy, but—”
He came close, lowered his head.
She put up her hand, pushed him back. “No.”
“Tammy—”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
That finally seemed to penetrate, probably since it was such a shitty line, a crappy thing to say. But Adam at least backed away, his eyes furious. “Seriously?”
Tammy just lifted her brows.
He made a disgusted sound, but she was far too well-versed in this to feel guilty.
“Goodbye, Adam.”
A shake of his head, but he didn’t say anything further, just walked down the steps.
She watched him get into his car, screech out of her driveway.
Sigh.
Now she’d need to find a new source of orgasms.
Rolling her shoulders, she started to turn to go back inside.
“It’s not you, it’s me?”
That voice was silk brushing along her thighs, dipping up to test the moisture between them. It was heat in her abdomen, fingers grazing her nipples.
It was . . . instant sexual attraction, the same heady feeling she’d experienced the moment she’d laid eyes on Fletcher King. Eyes catching as she’d strode to her office, blazing blue irises and dark brown hair, so dark that it was nearly black. She’d clocked sexy stubble, a built body, and a great smile.
But he wanted it.
It being a real relationship, a girlfriend, a wife and the picket fence. It being everything she couldn’t give, because she wasn’t a relationship, girlfriend, or wife and picket fence kind of woman.
She wanted free . . . and freedom.
More than she wanted the gorgeous man in front of her.
“What are you doing here, Fletcher?”
“I need a favor.”
The refusal was already on her lips. A favor that brought her sexy co-worker to her house on a weekend certainly didn’t bode well for her.
But then he smiled, and she actually had to force her knees to lock so she didn’t melt into a puddle and . . . that right there illustrated just how much she didn’t want to be in a relationship.
Because she’d been resisting this attraction with Fletch for an entire year.
Locking her knees, ignoring the melting, denying the temptation of him.
But that sexy smile, highlighted by the setting sun, the warm lights of her porch . . . undid her.
That sexy smile had her refusal staying lodged in her throat.
That smile had her saying . . . yes.
—Bad Girlfriend September 14th, 2021
Bad Girlfriend
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USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.