second she’s drivi ng me crazy and the next I’m thinking shit like that.
Get a grip Priestly!
I throw her a grin. “Yeah. I can help you learn to have some fun once in a while. Meet some new people. Live a little. You know.”
And I also feel really really bad about what Carter said to her last night.
“I don’t know.” she replies, looking wary. “Who says I don’t know how to have fun?”
I roll my eyes wearily. “Look, it’s a win-win situation. I don’t fail and you get peace and quiet most nights. Besides, you study way too much. You’re only young once. A few nights away from the books isn’t going to kill you.”
I watch as she deliberates this for a few minutes.
“You can only have parties twice a week.” she says eventually.
Huh, she’s actually being reasonable.
I nod. “I can do that. I’ll even stop trying to kick you out of the flat.” I add with a wink.
The ghost of a smile pulls at her lips and I bite back a grin.
“Now, hang on a minute. I haven’t agreed yet. What else is in it for me?” she asks, her blue eyes gazing at me expectantly.
I shrug. “I dunno. I’ll clean the flat?” I suggest, inwardly cringing at the thought.
Fuck.
Cleaning.
Ugh, the chick better be a damn good tutor.
She grins. “Deal. When do we start?”
I flash her a charming grin. “Well, your education starts tonight.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, looking worried.
“We’re going out.” I announce. “Come on Nerd Girl, we’re going out for a late lunch and then we’re going to come back here. Then you’re going to put on something not tent-shaped and you’re going to learn how to have some damn fun and forget all about that little shit Nixon. Besides, it’s 2 for 1 on all drinks tonight as a pre-Halloween bash. Who can say no to that?”
“Okay.”
I stare at her, surprised. “Okay?”
She nods. “At this point, my life can’t get any worse.”
Okay, not exactly the enthusiasm I was looking for but I’ll take what I can get.
“Okay.” I say. “Let’s do this.”
***
Temperance
I had no idea that he was failing.
I also have no idea how he got me to agree to go out clubbing.
But, there is something just so damn charming about Priestly Sawyer.
Even though he’s a womaniser, those grey eyes could make a girl agree to do anything.
I have to admit, I feel really bad about what I said to him last night, which is partly why I agreed to his truce in the first place. The other reason being that he was perfectly friendly at lunch and actually seems willing to make this truce thing work – he actually agreed to my terms so he must be desperate.
Perhaps putting the past behind us was the best idea after all … especially if it means that we both get what we want. In the end, we both said things that we regret; starting afresh seems to be the only solution.
Although, I am quite scared about tonight; I’ve never been one to let my hair down. Then there’s also the fact that I have no clue as to what I should wear.
Where’s Anson when you need him?
I survey my wardrobe and flick through the rack of hangers, methodically crossing off the majority of my clothing.
I glance at the dresses that Anson made me buy on our shopping trip and lift one out. It’s blue lace with cap sleeves so I’m in no danger of feeling half naked.
I pull it on and find that it flows quite nicely. It’s not too skimpy yet I feel very comfortable. Sure, I miss my baggy shirts but I can’t help but think that Anson would be proud of my ensemble. I pair the dress with sheer black tights, black wedged heels and start to work on my hair and make-up.
Priestly hasn’t told me where we’re going but I feel like making a little effort. Besides, he’s going to all this trouble to make me feel better, so I’d better look the part. That and a tiny part of me actually wants to look my best for him.
Yes, I know it’s stupid since I flit between hating him and finding him
Get a grip Priestly!
I throw her a grin. “Yeah. I can help you learn to have some fun once in a while. Meet some new people. Live a little. You know.”
And I also feel really really bad about what Carter said to her last night.
“I don’t know.” she replies, looking wary. “Who says I don’t know how to have fun?”
I roll my eyes wearily. “Look, it’s a win-win situation. I don’t fail and you get peace and quiet most nights. Besides, you study way too much. You’re only young once. A few nights away from the books isn’t going to kill you.”
I watch as she deliberates this for a few minutes.
“You can only have parties twice a week.” she says eventually.
Huh, she’s actually being reasonable.
I nod. “I can do that. I’ll even stop trying to kick you out of the flat.” I add with a wink.
The ghost of a smile pulls at her lips and I bite back a grin.
“Now, hang on a minute. I haven’t agreed yet. What else is in it for me?” she asks, her blue eyes gazing at me expectantly.
I shrug. “I dunno. I’ll clean the flat?” I suggest, inwardly cringing at the thought.
Fuck.
Cleaning.
Ugh, the chick better be a damn good tutor.
She grins. “Deal. When do we start?”
I flash her a charming grin. “Well, your education starts tonight.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, looking worried.
“We’re going out.” I announce. “Come on Nerd Girl, we’re going out for a late lunch and then we’re going to come back here. Then you’re going to put on something not tent-shaped and you’re going to learn how to have some damn fun and forget all about that little shit Nixon. Besides, it’s 2 for 1 on all drinks tonight as a pre-Halloween bash. Who can say no to that?”
“Okay.”
I stare at her, surprised. “Okay?”
She nods. “At this point, my life can’t get any worse.”
Okay, not exactly the enthusiasm I was looking for but I’ll take what I can get.
“Okay.” I say. “Let’s do this.”
***
Temperance
I had no idea that he was failing.
I also have no idea how he got me to agree to go out clubbing.
But, there is something just so damn charming about Priestly Sawyer.
Even though he’s a womaniser, those grey eyes could make a girl agree to do anything.
I have to admit, I feel really bad about what I said to him last night, which is partly why I agreed to his truce in the first place. The other reason being that he was perfectly friendly at lunch and actually seems willing to make this truce thing work – he actually agreed to my terms so he must be desperate.
Perhaps putting the past behind us was the best idea after all … especially if it means that we both get what we want. In the end, we both said things that we regret; starting afresh seems to be the only solution.
Although, I am quite scared about tonight; I’ve never been one to let my hair down. Then there’s also the fact that I have no clue as to what I should wear.
Where’s Anson when you need him?
I survey my wardrobe and flick through the rack of hangers, methodically crossing off the majority of my clothing.
I glance at the dresses that Anson made me buy on our shopping trip and lift one out. It’s blue lace with cap sleeves so I’m in no danger of feeling half naked.
I pull it on and find that it flows quite nicely. It’s not too skimpy yet I feel very comfortable. Sure, I miss my baggy shirts but I can’t help but think that Anson would be proud of my ensemble. I pair the dress with sheer black tights, black wedged heels and start to work on my hair and make-up.
Priestly hasn’t told me where we’re going but I feel like making a little effort. Besides, he’s going to all this trouble to make me feel better, so I’d better look the part. That and a tiny part of me actually wants to look my best for him.
Yes, I know it’s stupid since I flit between hating him and finding him
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