There Better Be Pie by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jett

After dinner was always a tryptophan-induced blur.

The entire day rushed me at once, sapping me of whatever seemingly bottomless well of energy there had been that had gotten me up at the crack of dawn, and happily working for several long hours slaving away at a grand meal.

I felt wrung out, dead tired, and, well, there was no nice way of putting this, fat. And not in that metaphorical, my-self-worth-has-too-much-to-do-with-the-scale kind of way. In a very literal kind of way.

Even I would admit that my dress looked hot as hell when I had put it on, but there was no doubt that I was currently looking about four months pregnant.

I mean... my underwear band was tight.

All I had on my mind as I made the slow climb up two flights of stairs was wiping off my makeup, sliding off my dress, then dropping into bed.

But then I had to go and catch sight of Trip as he made his way up the stairs toward his room, his tie already pulled loose, his hands steadily yanking his shirt out of his pants, exposing a delicious sliver of belly before he ducked into his room and out of sight.

Delicious.

"Oh, God," I grumbled, pressing my forehead against my bedroom door.

I wanted to deny it, of course.

I wanted to hide from something that was becoming more and more true as the hours pressed on.

I was attracted to Trip.

Maybe that wouldn't be a revelation to most people. He was a good-looking man with a good job and the kind of smile that felt like the sun was beaming down on you, making you want to lean into it, get more of that warmth.

But to me, yeah, it was a big deal.

Because, well, maybe my mother was right after all. Maybe the line between love and hate was not as defined as I wanted to believe. Maybe the line was only there because I had drawn it there myself, used it as an excuse to push down or deny the truth.

I was a little bit into Trip Martin.

Once the issues were all laid out on the table, examined, dissected, making us both see what they truly were on closer inspection, which was nothing like what we had originally thought from a distance, well, it became impossible to call this anything other than what it was.

A long-buried, heavily denied attraction.

Sure, I wasn't determined to hate the man anymore. I was beginning to grasp that my issues with him really stemmed from a deeper issue within myself, something that had nothing to do with him, and that I had only used him as a scapegoat because it was easier than to attempt to seek out my own healing.

Beyond that, maybe we rubbed each other the wrong way because we were looking for excuses not to like each other. Because we both knew that nothing could happen between us.

God, my father would have a conniption if he thought Trip and I had something going on.

His only daughter.

And the-son-he-never-had.

No.

Nothing could ever happen.

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