He lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”
“She’s into you,” I say, grinning. “Totally your type. And hey, we’ve got maybe an hour left in this place so you might as well make it count.”
Justin blinks at me like I just announced the sky is green. Slowly, he folds his arms across his chest. “Since when are you a pimp?”
PIMP?” I gasp, hand flying to my chest. “Pi… Pimp? Did you just…did you actually just call me a pimp?” I’m genuinely flabbergasted.
Braydon chuckles low, and I’m this close to elbowing him. What’s so funny?
“You’re a horrible pimp, by the way,” Justin adds.
I stare at him, then at Braydon and back at him. My mouth opens, closes and opens again. At this point, I look like a malfunctioning fish. I grab my ginger drink, crack it open and chug. Wiping the back of my hand across my mouth,
