Page 36 of Revenge Puck
But Storm was standing five feet away, outrageously flirting with her, and Kennedy’s ugly face lives rent-free in my head, and I am the kind of man who does what he wants.
Besides.
She could have said no.
She knows the rules, too.
I know for a goddamn fact that every spring, corporate does sensitivity, compliance, and harassment training—she would have already been told to steer clear.
But she didn’t.
Which tells me one thing: Juliette Kennedy likes me.
Which is dangerous…
For her.
Liking me isn’t safe. It isn’t smart. It isn’t deserved, because unlike Garrett Storm, I won’t fall in love with her. I won’t bring her to meet my parents. I won’t introduce her to my sister. Which means, Storm isn’t the villain in this story.
I am.
Becauseheis actually interested in her.
Because ifhetook her out, he wouldn’t be faking it.
In fact, I can feel Storm’s presence without looking in his direction, his excitedoohingandahhingas Whitney continues her tour at the far end of the ballroom prickling beneath my skin.
“What about him?” she asks suddenly.
“Who?”
She tilts her head. “Garrett.”
My jaw tightens before I can stop it. “What about him?”
“He’s been…” She trails off, searching for the right word, fighting a coy smile. “Friendly.”
That’s one way to put it.
“You interested in Storm?” I ask.
Juliette bites her lower lip. “It’s against the rules to date a player, didn’t you know?”
It’s like she’s read my mind.
“It’s not stopping you from going out with me,” I point out.
“It’s going to be our secret, remember?” she reminds me. “Garrett doesn’t strike me as the type that keeps things quiet.”
No.
He is positively giddy. “He would broadcast the news on the Jumbotron.”
Juliette laughs. “You sound disgusted by that idea.” She pauses. “Do you not like him?”
My shoulders move up and down. “What’s not to like? He’s a good dude.”
Which is true.
