Worst Date Ever (Scandals #3) by Kathy Clark

Author:Kathy Clark [Clark, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00ZE9W9II
Publisher: Nightwriter93
Published: 2015-06-09T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I was just about to leave when my phone rang again. I glanced down and saw it was Cody.

“Hi,” I answered.

“Hey, change of plans. I called for reservations, and some kind of private party booked the entire restaurant. Now don’t think I’m trying to pull something, but why don’t you meet me at my place, and we’ll talk about options?”

I hesitated for a moment. He could be setting me up for a repeat of the night before, or he could be sincere. I chose to believe the latter. “Okay. I was about to leave.”

“Come on up. Use the code 7-2-9-9 and that will get you inside the building…okay?”

“See you in a few.” I parked in a lot across the street, a little gun shy about the building’s lot. I walked quickly to the front door, entered the code and when the door clicked, I pulled it open and went inside. An elevator quickly took me up to the fourteenth floor. As the doors slid open, I felt another rush of nerves. I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed, because I wasn’t wearing the layer of makeup I had had on last night, and my hair was back to its regular shaggy style. I headed for his apartment door, wondering if he had a security camera on me. I lifted my hand to knock when the door swept opened.

“Well hi. It’s Tulsa, isn’t it? Good to see you again.”

Amanda stood in the doorway dressed in tight black yoga pants and a hot pink sports bra. She carried a clear plastic bag full of white powder. By the dusting that was splashed randomly across her ample chest and smeared across her cheek, I assumed it was flour.

“Uh, it’s good to see you, too…Amanda. Baking tonight?” I tried not to stare at her white-frosted nipples that were pressing out against the cotton fabric or the obvious camel toe displayed by the yoga pants.

“On no! Don’t tell me I made Cody late for his date! I have to take some cupcakes over for the little sisters’ fundraiser tonight and I ran out of flour. Cody and I…well, we made a mess.” She glanced down at her chest. “I’m afraid I got caught in the storm. We’ve been cleaning it up.”

I decided to ignore her attempt to make me jealous. After all, I didn’t have any claims on Cody. But I had to fight back the impulse to dump the baggie of flour over her sleek, blond head. Instead, I pretended to be interested. “Fundraiser? That’s a nice thing to do.”

“They’re a dollar apiece. I’ll leave some outside the door so I don’t interrupt anything. You can pay me later.”

“I…uh…of course.” I was still working through her inference that there would be something going on in Cody’s apartment that shouldn’t be interrupted.”

“Allison likes to bake. I can’t leave her alone too long or she gets experimental and starts adding different flavors to things.” She gave me that little ripple-finger wave she always did and walked toward the elevator.

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