Page 9 of Bedding Rose
I grimace. "I can see why you'd want to hide that picture. The shot has the neck of a beer bottle in there by your cock and the comparison is not flattering."
"Fuck you." His words are harsh but his expression is full of laughter. Quique gets my humor. Always has. "You're just jealous."
I shrug. "Guilty as charged."
"Hard not to be when you're working with a Q-tip." He makes a goofy face before laughing heartily at his own joke while I roll my eyes.
"Alright. I think it's time we call it. I'm getting us a car."
"I can get my own," he offers, but I'm quick to cut him off. There's no way I'm giving up a legitimate chance to go to their house and see if Rose is back.
"Nope. It's good. I asked you out, so I got this—"
"Dude. That sounds like a date."
"They call it a ‘man’ date."
"We are not dating. Just so we're clear. Even if you've seen my dick and liked it."
I chuckle as I swipe and see our driver is only two minutes out. I smack a bill onto the polished wooden table and stand, holding out my hand. "Come on."
He slides out, smacking my hand away and shuffling, slightly off balance. "Get off me."
"Dude, are you going to be good to work tomorrow?" I hate to ask and be that guy but he's looking worse for the wear.
He shrugs. "Worth it."
We get into the back seat of the ride-share and he immediately dives into his phone, probably trying to hit up a girl for some late-night Netflix and chill. I open my own texts and pull up my very new contact: Rose Dalton.
Me:Hey lil' reina.
Rose:Is this who I think it is?
Me:Depends who you think it is.
Rose:Stop. Just stop.
Me:Can't. Can't sleep.
Rose:They make meds for that. Also for being a psycho.
Me:And you know this because … you’ve taken them?
Rose:I know this because I know someone who needs to take them. AKA YOU.
Me:I’m a psycho for worrying about you?
Rose:Shut up and go away.
That one gets to me. It sends a little fire dancing underneath my skin because it’s fucking rude and unwarranted. I swallow the burn of that statement in light of the bigger picture here. Trying to be magnanimous and all that.
Me:What have you been up to this week?
Rose:Do you really care?
Me:Am I the kind of guy who makes small talk to be polite?
Rose:Fine. Class. Studying. Ok?
