Page 54 of The Worst Guy Ever
“You’ve been trying to get me into bed for months, Rob. You’d do well not to tease me much longer or I’ll start swiping for a hookup.”
“What are you gonna do, call a guy round and make him wear a mask of my face?”
“Anyone could be you from behind.”
“That’senough.” I’m on her in a flash, rushing her back towards my bed. Spinning her round, I press her onto my covers and she lands with a gasp. In seconds, I’m straddling her perfect arse, pinning her down and growling in her ear. “That’s what you want, is it? You want to be bent over, you want me to fuck you through the mattress?”
Her little whimper tells me all I need to know, and it’s almost enough to tip me over the edge. She’s so tempting, lifting her hips, grinding into me, I know she’ll be able to tell that I’m already hard for her.
“Youwillfuck me. When I want something, I don’t stop until I get it.”
“Then you’ll lose the bet.”
“The bet was over months ago.Youalready lost, remember, and I don’t give a shit anymore.”
She might not give a shit, but I sure as hell do. Everything has changed between us. It’s not about the challenge anymore. The woman before me isn’t a bet, or a game, or an easy mark. Sure, she’s a nightmare most of the time, but beneath all that fire Hattie is someone I’ve come to treasure. I couldn’t just fuck her and send her away, no matter how much my dick wants to get inside her right now.
“Hurry up,” she screams, grinding into me more. I squeeze my eyes shut and think of all the ways this could go down. If I send her away, she’ll hate me. If I give her what she wants, she’ll hate me anyway, and I’ll hate myself for taking advantage of her when she’s out of her mind. It takes everything in my power to stay in control, but I let go and climb off the bed, tucking my aching erection into the waistband of my jeans.
“We’re not doing this tonight.”
“What?”
“Listen to me.” I press my fists into my eyes and take a deep breath. “You know, I’ve always said this is inevitable, but we’re not doing this when you’re in a shitty mood and taking it out on me. Plus, I was about to go to bed and read my book.”
“Fuck your book!”
“Hattie, I’m serious,” I say. “I don’t want my only time with you to be a quick fuck when you’re pissed off at me.”
“Ha,” she scoffs. “There will never be a day in this life or the next that I’m not pissed at you, you prick.”
“You really know how to charm a man.” She glares at me, her face twitching with frustration until she grabs her top, pulls it back over her head and shoves her bra in the pocket of her jeans. With the beast at bay, I step closer, cupping her elbows, my thumbs doing their own thing, stroking softly. “If you really want this, just say the word and I’ll make plans.”
Her lips press together and she rubs them back and forth over her teeth. Even though I’m offering exactly what she came here for, I know she’ll never give in and say the words. I dip lower, my eyeline level with hers.
“Here’s what I propose. You and me, one night, no strings attached. We get all this stupid shit out of our systems, and we never have to talk about it again. Would you like that, Hattie?” She makes the softest whimpering noise, her forehead falling against my chest. I feel the slight pressure there as she nods, and I push away the desire to jump up and down and punch the air.
I step away, putting some distance between us, and point at the door. “Go home, and calm down. I’ll text you the details.”
“You’re pathetic.” She storms out of my bedroom and I hover, waiting for the front door to slam and wondering if one night will ever be enough.
Chapter 23
Hattie
It’sbeendayssinceI stormed out of Rob’s house, and I haven’t heard from him once. I don’t know what is going on in this stupid brain of mine, but I’m feeling wildly unsettled and sick about the whole thing.
Part of me is mortified that he turned me down. I assumed he’d jump at the chance and it stung like hell that he called me out on my anger. The rest of me is embarrassed he saw me acting so desperate and emotional. Yet the more I think about it, my feelings of shame are turning to fury. He hasn’t even been in touch to check if I’m OK.
This is what happens when you start to get attached to someone. I’m getting needy. I can’t stop thinking about him, wondering what he’s thinking about me, checking my phone for messages from him. It’s pathetic.
And this bullshit about him arranging a night for us to sleep together, was that just a ploy to get me out of his house? Am I supposed to sit around waiting? I sure as shit can’t text him to chase it up.
Oh hi there, was just wondering when we might be getting together for all this sex we’ve been talking about?As if.
He wasn’t wrong though. This tension has been building between us for months. It would be a shame to waste it on a quick hate-fuck. When I close my eyes all I can see is that image of him about to go down on me after Kara’s wedding. If he’s half as good as he claims to be then it would be better to have at least a few hours together.
Whatever he has planned, I need it to happen soon so I can get him out of my system, out of my head, and out of my goddamn fantasies.
