Graham (Scandalous Boys Book 2) Read Online Free

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    “Hi.”
    “What’s with the frown?” she asks.
    I shake my head and punch in my employee ID. She does not need to know about what just happened with Graham. I hope he isn’t swarming my thoughts all day, like he currently is. I don’t want to think about his sexy smile, or his eyes, which make me melt into a puddle. And his scent—he smells like fresh rain and mint. It’s amazing.
    “Sarah?”
    I snap from my thoughts and look over at Michelle. “Sorry, what’s up?”
    Her short, dark hair swishes from side to side as she gives me a small shake of her head. I swear the woman doesn’t age—she told me she was close to forty, but she looks twenty-five. “You tell me. You’ve been staring at the machine for the past three minutes.” She smiles.
    “I’m just tired.”
    “Uh-huh. With a lustful look in your eyes? Who is he? Come on, spill it.” She throws an elbow in my side and then marches around the customer service desk.
    I follow her since today is my day to work back here. Every other day, I’m in customer service. On the opposite days, I’m working the register. There might be long, boring—or very annoying—days involved, but it beats getting carts or cleaning the bathroom stalls.
    Michelle props herself against the wide counter with all the money drawers and says, “You’re going to tell me. We’ve got six hours together, chica. You better spill it.” Michelle is not Hispanic, and I’m pretty sure she said she never took Spanish in high school. But she loves the word chica , so whenever she gets the chance to call a girl that, she does. She says it in like this gangster voice, though, so it just makes me smile and shake my head at her.
    “There isn’t a man. I mean, not really. It’s complicated.”
    “Un-complicate it. This is entertainment for me. Besides, I need something to talk about other than what my rotten son did today.”
    “What did Jared do now?”
    She wags a finger at me. “No. Uh-uh. We’re not changing the subject, chica.”
    I grab up a money tray and start counting out the bills. Each starter tray gets three hundred bucks. “His name is Graham. Happy?”
    “Very. So what makes Graham so complicated?”
    “Well, it’s not him. It’s me. What I did to him. He’ll never forgive or trust me ever again, so that’s why it’s complicated. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. But every time I try not to, there he is, popping up like a wild flower.” Especially since I’ve had a burning question on my mind ever since our previous encounter in this store: why is he here?
    Michelle snaps one of the metal latches in the cashbox and then stares at me. Like she’s waiting for the rest. But I’m not giving her any more. I’m just not. She drops another metal latch, and it makes a gun-firing sound. Normally I’d flinch, but her tactic will not get me to talk.
    After the last bar is lowered, she sighs. “For real? Fine. Listen, I don’t think this is all that complicated.”
    “It probably isn’t. But he’s normally in Knoxville, and I’m here. It’s not like I could see him everyday. And I’m not driving back and forth in that rust bucket in order to have some sort of relationship. I’ve got school and this place. Those two things take up my free time.” Really, they don’t. But Michelle doesn’t need to know that most of the guys on campus are like Henry. Gross. And around town, they’re either way too old, just graduating high school this year, or still in high school. Basically, it’s slim pickings, ladies, and this girl would rather be old and lonely than hook up with anyone just to have someone. Not to mention the whole issue I have to deal with when they figure out who I am. “The girl from the news.” “The scandal girl.” Yeah, that’s always a deal-breaker.
    Michelle lifts a brow. “So … what you’re telling me is if the boy were interested, you wouldn’t hook up with him?”
    “I can’t, Michelle. What we had, I messed up. So