Exposure
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“You haven’t just figured that out, have you?”
“No.”
I gave her a smirk and lifted the glass for that first sip. The bitter liquid rolled over my tongue and washed away the last vestiges of my hangover. It may have been strictly psychological, but I did feel better.
Brittini leaned against the bar and rested her palms on the painted surface, arms extended about a foot on either side of her body. Her stance created a forward tilt in her shoulders, giving me a great shot of her ample cleavage.
“Have you heard from Tori?”
My brows knit at her innocent question. “No. Should I have?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess I thought she’d get her shit together and realize she fucked up.”
“Maybe she has, but it won’t matter.”
Her face crumpled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Look.” She leaned forward. “I’m cool with what we’re doing, but I don’t want to be that woman. You know? All I ask is that you’re honest with me, and tell me if you two decide to patch things up.”
I reached forward and placed a hand on top of hers. “I promise. But it ain’t gonna happen.”
About the Author
Ember Dante lives in East Texas, home of pine trees, roses, and pollen. Lots of pollen. Her sense of sarcasm and Texas-sized imagination were introduced in her debut novel Exposure. When she isn’t busy herding cats, she can be found engrossed in a good book or indulging her Netflix addiction. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.