Wet : A Westbrook Elite Standalone by Cambria Hebert

Author:Cambria Hebert [Hebert, Cambria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cambria Hebert Books, LLC
Published: 2022-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

20

Ryan

* * *

Are you busy? I shot off the text

The reply was almost instant. What’s up?

Meet me at the pool. Bring your suit.

The little bubble indicating he was typing appeared, then disappeared. Then appeared again. Okay.

“These are pretty,” Carrot said, making me look up from my phone.

I made a face at the curtains she was holding. They were light-colored. “Get black.”

Her expression turned to one of horror as she lowered the package in her hand. “Ew. No.”

“You can’t see through the black ones,” I said, pulling up another text screen.

“Well, black doesn’t match my room.”

“Who cares?”

“Um, me? And Kimberly.”

“You should be more worried about pervs not being able to gawk at you from outside.”

“You’re the one that was standing in front of the window naked,” she muttered.

Someone nearby laughed.

I grinned, and Carrot’s face turned a bright shade of pink. “You still jealous, baby?”

“Shut up,” she muttered even as she ducked in front of me so I could shield her from amused, prying eyes.

I plucked a pack of black curtains off the rack. “These are good,” I said, tossing them in the cart behind me. It already had a bathing suit in it. It also had some pepper spray and a whistle. Never once in my life did I ever go into a store and consider what items I should carry around for self-defense.

I never once walked around campus with fear of being followed or attacked.

She did, though. I bet all the girls on campus did. It sort of blew my mind. It also made me slightly crazy. I never really realized how disadvantaged a girl could be. Not until I met one I wanted to protect.

“C’mon,” I said, grabbing the side of the cart. “Let’s go get a pocketknife.”

“No,” she declared, plucking the black curtains out of the cart to put them back. Then she selected some white ones and tossed them in instead.

“White,” I lamented. “No.”

“They’re blackout,” she told me, pointing at the packaging. “If no light can get through, then neither can perverts’ eyeballs.”

I laughed. She was fucking adorable standing there in her ripped-up jeans, poring over the curtain selection like this was some competition on HGTV.

“Let me see,” I said, gruff.

She held the package about an inch from my face, and I squinted at it like I really had to make sure they were blackout.

“Fine.” I relented.

“So glad I got your approval, master,” she muttered, tossing them back into the cart.

My phone went off.

Bro, he in or what? Jamie asked.

Yeah. I shot back. Meet me at the pool in twenty.

Where u at?

Buying curtains.

A few laughing emojis came through. Whipped.

I sent him the middle finger emoji.

“Oooh,” Carrot sang, wandering farther down the aisle. “Look at this mirror.”

Look, curtains to keep Peeping Toms away from my girl’s fine ass was one thing. Shopping for gold-framed mirrors? That was something else entirely.

“Ry, look,” she called again. It was big and round, and all I could see was the bottom of her legs and sneakers sticking out from behind it. “Oh, it’s heavy,” she complained, the thing slipping out of her hold.

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