Page 85 of The Revenge Agenda

Madden eyes me with amusement while I try to do serious damage with the daggers I’m glaring at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Penn asks.

“Let’s all not pretend like Madden isn’t a super-attractive guy. He’s very well proportioned and has a nice heart and a pretty face and washboard abs?—”

“What the fuck?” Penn asks at the same time as Madden says, “Dude, have you seen yourself?”

I hold up my hand. “I’m very familiar with the fact he has an attractive package too, and while I personally have no sexual attraction toward Madden”—I turn to Hunter—“we promised sexual exclusivity. Only a few hours ago. That means you’re not allowed to get hot and bothered over my roommate. I wanted to put that rule out there before he takes off all his clothes.”

Hunter looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and I’m not sure why, considering this is a serious matter. “Are you jealous?”

“Excuse me?”

“You.” He steps closer and pulls me against him. It’s not a bad place to be, honestly, and when he tilts my face up toward him, my thoughts scramble. “You’re jealous.”

“Am not.”

“I should hope not. You have no reason to be. The only man who gets me hot and bothered is you.”

There’s that tone again. The one that makes me all shivery. “Okay. Good. Well. Madden, you can free the D.”

“Fuck yes.” He’s pants down in seconds, and Hunter doesn’t even glance his way. I’m not sure that choosing not to ogle my roommate’s cock is strictly romantic, but I’m feeling the vibes anyway. Going from being the side piece to the only piece is going to take some mental readjusting.

“Right. What am I doing?” Hunter asks.

“Easy Feet. Shoes. Things!” Madden brandishes a box from the pile. “You’ll never have to bend over to wash those puppies again! Revolutionary! Extraordinary!”

“I saw the infomercial,” I point out. “Can we move on?”

Madden pouts. “Always ruining my fun.”

“You actually looked at these and thought, hey, great idea?” Hunter asks.

“Because they are a great idea,” Penn says. “If you don’t want to try them, I will.”

“Nice try. You get whatever freaky shit is next.”

“I’m hurt right now that you’re not taking this seriously,” Madden says.

If I’m reading him right, that’s a lie. “No, you’re not.”

“Okay, no I’m not. But come oooon, I’m excited. I want to see if they work.”

Hunter, resigned to his fate, drops the box beside himself, then sits down to roll up the legs of the sweats he borrowed from me.

“You can just take them off,” Madden suggests. “Balls weren’t supposed to be shackled, dude.”

“Mine are in time-out.” Hunter winks my way. “Someone drained them this morning.”

“Bragging about getting to have sex?” Penn turns to Madden. “I’ve decided I don’t like this guy.”

“Good,” I say. “Then get your bestie to stop checking him out.”

“What?” Madden gasps, trying to play innocent. “He’s a good-looking guy. I’m appreciating the wonders of nature.”

Penn scowls. “Stop checking him out, Madden.”

Madden blows him a kiss, and I know from our late-night chats that it’s getting harder and harder for Madden to joke around with Penn. I try to imagine what it would be like if I had these feelings for Hunter and he didn’t feel the same way.

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