Page 47 of Bad Teammate
“Earlier today, you said you wanted me to feel comfortable, remember?” She climbed into the makeshift bed and wrapped herself tightly in the sheets. “Well, this is what makes me feel comfortable.”
I grumbled. If that was how she really felt, I guess I couldn’t change her mind. I didn’t feel good about it, though.
“Besides,” she added, “I couldn’t get to sleep in your bed.”
I folded my arms. “Why not?”
She turned on her side, facing the back of the couch. “I didn’t want to get in the way when you brought a girl home from the club.”
“Okay. I get it.” I laughed softly and sat next to her. “I see what this is about.”
She wiggled further from me, pasting her front side against the back of the couch. “It’s not ‘about’ anything.”
“Oh, really? It’s not?” I grabbed her by the shoulder and tried to gently pull her away from the couch so I could see her face.
“Don’t touch me.” She rolled away from me again in a huff. “If you want to touch someone, you should invite those girls back. They actuallywantyou to touch them. But I don’t. So keep your hands to yourself.”
“See? You’re being dramatic.” She gasped with surprise as I whipped the sheets off her body. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I picked her up and pulled her right off the couch. Her arms and legs flailed as I hauled her across the room and gently set her down. I hurried back to the couch and stole her spot. “Mine,” I growled victoriously. “You sleep in the bed.”
“Derek!” Outraged, she stamped back to the couch. Shedid the same hand gesture that toddlers use to saygimme.“Trade me. Now.”
“Nah. Because I don’t think you actually want to trade. You’re just trying to make a point about me sleeping around, and I don’t like it.”
She grabbed me by the arm and started trying to yank me off the couch. “Get off my couch already.”
“It’s not yours, it’s mine. Go back to your bed.”
She huffed and grunted, struggling with my weight until her strength began to dwindle. Once she realized I wasn’t going to budge, she let go of my arm and angrily stomped her foot.
“I can’t sleep on that bed! It’s tainted.”
“What do you mean, tainted?”
“I know about your lifestyle.”
“What lifestyle?”
“You party all the time and you sleep with tons of women. Don’t even try to deny it, because Sasha told me everything.”
I laughed. “Hetold you thatIparty all the time?”
“Well, it’s true, isn’t it? You sleep with lots of women, don’t you?”
“Well.” I paused. “I’m not gonna lie and say I’m a saint.”
“Ugh. You’re so gross. And I’m glad you didn’t try to lie to me, because I wouldn’t have believed you, anyway. You’re obviously a man whore.”
“Man whore? Nah. Maybe in my younger days, but not anymore.”
“Ew,” she said, her face puckering. “I don’t want to hear about your younger days, either. It grosses me out.”
“You asked. What’s your problem, anyway?”
“Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be some random woman you happened to sleep with.”
“You’re not.”
“Only because I stopped you.”
