Bad Reputation by S.L. Scott

Author:S.L. Scott [Scott, S.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781940071763
Publisher: S.L. Scott
Published: 2018-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

19

Princess Arabelle

Me: I miss you.

Hutton: I miss you more.

Me: Come see me.

Hutton: And risk being sent to the pillory?

Me: Look at you with all your fancy words.

Hutton: I have other words.

Me: Like?

Resting back, I feel close to him through this exchange, but I need him here. I need to see him. So much has happened in such a short time, and it makes me wonder what would have happened if I had given into a real relationship a long time ago. What if I had gone to Houston instead of trying to save my heart the hurt of saying goodbye? What if I hadn’t stood him up and instead said hello.

Hutton: You. Soul. Affection. Mouth. Blue. Key.

Me: Key?

Hutton: To my heart.

Right here on my bed, I become a puddle of melted swoon.

Me: Come see me. Please.

Hutton: Already on my way.

Me: At the top of the stairs, swing right and then stay close to the blue and white striped curtains. It’s a blind spot for the camera.

Hutton: Do I even want to know how you know this?

Me: No. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.

I giggle as I push send on the text message, then I wait impatiently for a reply while lying in bed. My eyes are puffy and burn from the tears I’ve cried.

Being betrayed by my best friend this afternoon . . . again . . . is not something I expected to happen. We have been two peas in a pod since we were born. Margie and I even dressed up as peas and carrots one year, Miss Piggy and Kermit another year . . . the costume worked for the brief but awkward stage I was going through at the time.

We were supposed to be better in Brudenbourg, not enemies. What makes me madder is I feel weak crying over her. She doesn’t deserve my tears or kindness. Margitte hasn’t supported me personally or professionally in a long time. She may have kept her trap shut about my “activities” in Texas and a few of my wild nights here as a teen, but how much can I really trust her?

A light knock on the door drags me out of my suspicions, but when the door opens and the most handsome man I’ve ever seen is standing there, I sit up to take in the full view. Holding the phone up, Hutton asks, “You summoned?”

That roguish grin. His rugged good looks. How they help me forget my troubles. “I missed you.”

Closing the door, he crosses the large room and sits next to me on the bed. Stroking my hair back, he narrows his eyes as he looks at me. “Why have you been crying, beautiful?”

“It’s not important.”

He kicks off his shoes and then stands to undress. As much as he’s distracting—perfection and Greek god-like—his expression is gentle when he looks at me. “It is important if it affected you enough to cry.”

“I need to grow up anyway. I can’t stay a little girl forever and being here, where I’m treated like one, doesn’t help.

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