You Distract Me

You're Mischievous

"Kira..." Shayne warned.

"Yeah, she has. Just this morning, she told me how persistent you are in trying to get her into your bed. Trying to force a relationship that's never going to happen."

"What?" I murmured, looking up at Shayne, hardly noticing how my heart skipped a beat; and not the good kind of skipping.

She looked back down at me and looked genuinely surprised to find my eyes on her.

Her dark brows furrowed down as she started to chuckle humorlessly.

"Are you . . . you couldn't possibly . . . she's lying for Christ's sake, Olivia, can't you see that?"

I pushed myself out of her hold, and looked at Kira's honest face.

But I wasn't dumb, of course she was lying. She probably realized that 'crazy' wasn't going to work, so she'd decided to be strategic. I'd never hoped to be so right in my life.

Unfortunately for her, I was ahead of her plans.

But first, a little fun wouldn't hurt.

I put on quit a show of looking very pissed. "The only thing I can see is your lying, conniving and selfish self. I thought we were heading somewhere, but instead all this time you've been screwing someone else and falsifying my feelings for you."

Again, Shayne looked genuinely surprised that I believed Kira, and it sort of flattered me that she didn't think I was that dumb.

"Come on, Olivia. I'd never say that. If anything, I'm the one who wants a 'thing' between us."

Woah, I'd never heard her say that out loud.

"You do?" My previous plans to go with Kira's flow began to melt away.

Shayne blinked several times. "I thought that was obvious, Olivia."

"I guess I got confused. Last week you told me you didn't want to think about me anymore. That you wanted to clear things between us, so that I'm out of your head for good."

"You don't make it easy to forget you."

Heat travelled to my cheeks, and my eyes failed to look away from those gorgeous hazel ones.

Kira sighed in annoyance, cutting through the haze.

Stay focused, Olly.

I literally tore my gaze away from Shayne's and folded my arms over my chest.

"Still, I don't think she's lying. Just get the dumb keys and take me back to work."

"Yeah, Shayne, take her back to work," Kira said enthusiastically.

"Olivia, please listen to me," Shayne said, the undertones of annoyance around the edges of her voice.

"I'm done listening. You know what? Maybe I'll just take a cab, I don't wanna be persistent." I started to turn away, but Shayne grabbed my arm.

I tried not to look affected by her touch.

"No, I'll . . . uhm . . . I'll take you." She pressed her thumb and forefinger against the bridge of her nose and sighed in exasperation.

"Okay," I muttered.

Maybe it was time for the fun to be over. But one look at Kira and I knew that if she realized I didn't believe her, she'd try something else. And I wasn't too excited to see her next move.

In no time, Kira was handing Shayne the keys-a smug look imprinted on her face-and opening the garage door for us.

Shayne looked disappointed and defeated, and it bothered me so much. Maybe I shouldn't have done what I'd done. What if she wouldn't believe me when I tell her I believed every one of her wonderful words?