Page 63 of Someday You Learn

“My pleasure,” she says with a wink, sauntering back down the hallway, giving my dick a chance to deflate.

I reach for the remote, intent on watching some mindless TV, but when I hit the power button, nothing happens. “What the hell?”

I bang the remote against my hand a few times and then try to turn it on again, but still no luck. Setting my plate on the coffee table, I grab new batteries from the drawer and try again—nothing. Then I see it—the TV cord dangling next to the outlet, unplugged.

“Mother fucker,” I grumble, apparently louder than I intended. Cashlynn reappears from the hallway.

“What’s wrong?”

I gesture at the black screen. “The TV? Really, Cashlynn?”

Her lips curl up like she’s fighting a smile, but she shrugs. “I told you…”

“What kind of human does that?”

“Well, you barely watch it anyway, and again—”

I hold up my hand. “Okay, this has to stop.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s driving me nuts!”

“I’m sorry, but this is what I do!”

“Not while you’re living with me, it isn’t.”

We stand there, staring at each other, but Cashlynn shocks me further when she says, “Fine, then I’ll play you for it.”

“What?”

She steps further into the living room until there’s only a few inches separating us. “Are you scared?”

“You want to play rock, paper, scissors to decide if you get to keep unplugging my appliances?”

She nods. “Yup.”

I huff out a laugh despite myself and hold up my fist. “You’re on.”

“One,” she says.

“Two.”

“Three,” we say in unison as I throw up fire—again—and she dishes out a closed fist, showing rock.

“When are you going to learn?” I ask her a little too smugly, but then she opens her fist above my spirit fingers and makes a whooshing sound. “Did you just…”

“That’s a water balloon,” she says, smirking. And then she hits me with a confession. “You’re not the only one who’s watchedFriends.”

With a triumphant arch of her brow, she turns and walks back toward her room. “Looks like the appliances stay unplugged, Parker!” she calls out over her shoulder.

And I’m left standing there, flabbergasted and rock-hard.

Fuck. This woman might be the reason I have myself committed.

Or she might be the one who was undoubtedly made for me.

Chapter eleven

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