“My boyfriend.”
“So Troy is coming on this trip?” he asked, his right eyebrow still raised. “Cody didn’t tell me that.”
“It was going to be a surprise,” I said churlishly, fiddling with my hair again and wondering where I could get a ‘Troy’ from at this late notice.
“Am I giving him a ride as well?” he said, his tone annoyed. “And is he chipping in for gas?”
“Is Barbie going to be chipping in for gas?” I said, annoyed. “And no, he’s not riding up with us, he’s driving his own car up. His Mercedes-Benz sports car, to be exact.”
“So, why aren’t you riding in his sports car, as well?” TJ asked in that matter-of-fact way that let me know that he wasn’t buying in a million years that there was a Troy or that he had a Mercedes-Benz sports car.
“Because…” I stammered, trying to think of a reason. My mind was going blank and I tried not to glare at TJ. He was hot, but sometimes he was just so annoying. It was as if he deliberately tried to taunt me and make me feel like a loser. I wondered if he had any idea of the plans I had for him and the weekend. He wouldn’t be looking so cocky and self-assured then. He had no idea that ‘little Mila’ had grown up. I wasn’t some little innocent girl that he could put down and make fun of. I was going to show him exactly how grown up I was now. I was going to show him that I was all adult. That would wipe that smug smile off of his face.
“Because he doesn’t have a Benz?” He smirked. “What does he have? A Honda? Hyundai?”
“What’s wrong with a Honda? I have a Honda.”
“Yeah, you do,” he said, smirk still on his face, and I wanted to punch him.
“We can’t all afford Range Rovers,” I said and then smiled sweetly. “We don’t all have rich parents.”
“Nice try, Mila. You know I bought this car with my own money.”
“Whatever,” I said, feeling very much like a little girl again, or at least a petulant teenager.
“So what’s going on? Is RoboTron coming? Where’s Sally?” TJ looked at his watch and then back at me. “I don’t have all day.”
“His name is Troy and I already told you that no, he is not coming. Let me call Sally and see where she is.” I grabbed my phone and tried to keep my cool.
“Yeah, that would be good. I’d like to get out of here sometime this year.”
“Cry me a river,” I sang and he laughed.
“Call Sally, dork.”
“Hold on.” I unlocked my phone and punched in Sally’s digits and listened to the phone ringing.
“Wassup,” she said happily as she answered the phone.
“I’m here with King TJ and he’s wondering where you are,” I said and gave TJ a look.
“I’m on the way.” She giggled. “I had to make a pit stop.”
“Pit stop?”
“Lingerie.” She giggled.
“What?” I kept a straight face, but my face was burning. “You too?”
“Yeah, you gave me the idea,” she said. “It’s going to be game-on this weekend. I’m going to be on Cody like a tornado hitting the Midwest.”
“Sally,” I groaned, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. TJ was looking at me with a weird look and I couldn’t stop the sly smile from crossing my face. He had absolutely no idea what was going to happen this weekend. I stared into his eyes and wondered what his face would look like when I sauntered into his room in my silky negligee and asked him what he thought of the look. He’d be drooling. I could almost picture the saliva falling from his mouth, like a dog that had seen a big, juicy bone.
“You okay, Mila?” TJ frowned at me.
“Yeah, why?” I blinked at him, feeling like an idiot. I’d totally spaced out.
“Why?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re standing there with a dumb look on your face and I still haven’t heard when Sally will be here.”
“TJ’s in a good mood, isn’t he?” Sally said in my ear and laughed.
“Yeah, you know him,” I said in a snide tone. “Life of the party.”
“Well, we both know that you can change that.”
“True.” I giggled. “Oh, by the way,” I said softly, looking at TJ as I spoke, “Troy said he might be able to make it up there this weekend.”
“Who?” Sally said loudly and I quickly lowered the volume of the speaker from the buttons at the side.
“He’s just getting his Mercedes-Benz out of the garage.”
“Who’s getting their Mercedes out of the garage?” Sally sounded confused. “And who the hell is Troy?”
“Yes, they said it was an engine issue. Apparently, he was driving too fast when he went racing the other day,” I continued on, with a small smile on my face. TJ was staring at me with a concentrated expression and I just stood there talking like some fool.
“Earth to Mila,” Sally said, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“I told Troy that he can sleep in my bed tonight,” I said and giggled. “I told him to make sure that he—”