Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

87 | Clutch My Imaginary Pearls

They're growing up, with graduation so near... I feel like a proud grandma with my imaginary pearls. 

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Chapter 87: Clutch My Imaginary Pearls

I refreshed my bank account.

The balance was still $65.35.

I'd been earning good money from tutoring Lara, but she stopped calling and the money I saved up, I was using to buy something special.

So, this is all I have to my name.

9 days worth of coffee.

Not enough to go prom dress shopping.

Damn it, Luke. Give a girl more than five days' notice.

I tried to find dresses under $45 that I liked online, so I don't go completely broke. Although, now that my mom's cooking dinners at home with Doz and the bills were getting paid, I'm not as terrified as I used to be.

Doz, will you be my father?

But, with only two days to go before prom, I also need express shipping. And what if it doesn't fit? I don't have enough money to buy two dresses and return one.

The math isn't mathing.

The mall's another option, but I know that place like the back of my hand and I'm unlikely to find a prom dress there at my price point, but I can try.

I banged my head against the windowsill of the car and let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Dress struggles?" Luke guessed, one hand on the steering wheel.

The other on my heeee-

Nevermind.

I glared at him sideways.

He doesn't have these problems.

"I'm not the villain," he reminded me.

"You're not prince charming at this prom, let me tell you," I reminded him of his less-than-romantic invitation.

He smirked, "I technically am though."

I gasped, realization dawning upon me, "Is that why you didn't want to go to prom? Because you don't want to be crowned prom king?"

"I'd rather die," he answered solemnly.

I rolled my eyes at his melodrama, "So it's die, be crowned or face my wrath?"

He raised his left hand and placed it on the windowsill, shaking his head, "I usually like to play kiss, fuck or marry, but you made it clear those were not my options."

"Luke!" I gasped, clutching my imaginary pearls.

"Minnie," he answered, a sly smirk appearing on his handsome face as he turned the car onto our street, "Let's pretend you don't swing from PG to X-rated."

"I do not!" I acted as shocked as the angry old woman with a cane who lived on our street.

He chuckled, "Are we not going to talk about how you get turned on in the most random places?"

He slowed the car to a halt. I felt the engine purr to a stop.

"Not a bed, or bedroom," he continued, "Straight up side of my house by the open street."

I gasped. His words!

"On my father's desk," he chuckled, shielding himself from my mock slap onto his arm.