Elite 02 In Too Deep by Jennifer Banash

Author:Jennifer Banash
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Dating & Sex, Girls & Women, Wealth, Family, Juvenile Fiction, New York (N.Y.), Fiction, United States, Family & Relationships, Interpersonal Relations, Parents, Identity (Philosophical Concept), Dating (Social Customs), Mothers and Daughters, People & Places, General, Friendship, Identity, Identity (Psychology)
ISBN: 9780425223536
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2009-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

secrets and lies

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat with that ? ” Jared pointed at the mug of chamomile tea resting on the table, the steam rising from the chipped blue cup and obscuring Phoebe’s face. Phoebe shook her head, wrapping her cold fingers around the hot cup, grateful for the cloud of steam that hung between them like a curtain. Maybe if she just kept ordering tea, the white, gauzy steam would completely hide the fact that she couldn’t look Jared in the face without imagining his lips on hers, the sweet, forbidden pressure of his mouth, and the way his eyes misted over when they finally pulled away from one another.

Phoebe forced herself to look away from his sharply chiseled face, and at the horrendous “art” adorning the walls that looked as though it was fashioned from yards of red string and copious white puka shells. The Potted Fern was a macramé disaster on Ninety-sixth Street and Park, decorated with gross hippie art and overflowing with plants, green tendrils hanging down from the watermarked ceiling, tickling the shoulders and faces of unsuspecting diners. Since the place was the total polar opposite of anything even remotely approaching cool, Phoebe knew there was zero chance that she’d run into anyone she knew there. Still, she couldn’t help looking around nervously every few minutes as the door swung open . . .

“So, what’s going on?” Jared said, dumping half the sugar container into his black coffee and stirring the dark liquid slowly, his eyes locked on hers. “You sounded pretty upset on the phone.” Just watching his long hands stirring his coffee, she wanted more than anything to be the spoon, to be slid sensuously between those full red lips . . . Get it together, she told herself, dropping her gaze to the chipped Formica tabletop. You are such a sex beast lately . . . And the brown leather jacket he wore with a dark blue Billabong T-shirt—slightly ripped at the neck—sent the smell of tanned leather across the table in waves, mixing with his signature scent of ripe citrus and salt that made her want to pass out—just so he could press his lips to hers and resuscitate her.

“I was walking home yesterday, and I saw my mom go into a hotel.”

Jared halted his cup in midair on the path to his lips. “Uhoh,” he said, his blue eyes narrowing cynically. “Let me guess—she wasn’t exactly meeting your dad, right?”

“You got it.” Phoebe exhaled loudly, pushing the cup away and leaning her elbows on the table. “But that’s not the worst part.”

“It gets worse?” Jared smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Definitely.” Phoebe said, poking one finger through a hole in the sleeves of her pale blue sweater. She’d purposefully worn her grossest clothes today and not washed her hair this morning—just to prove to herself that she definitely wasn’t interested in him. Why spend hours picking out the perfect outfit when she was so not dating him

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