Page 8 of Fair Play
She rolls her eyes. “It was a joke. What, are you still a virgin? Does the sight of a penis scare you?”
“The sight of anunwantedpenis, while I’m in a vulnerable position, doesn’t scare me—it pisses me off.”
“Oh, stop overreacting.”
“Are you trying to gaslight me into saying nothing happened?” I demand, frowning. Nothing irritates me more than this kind of bullshit.
“No one is gaslighting you—it was a fucking prank. Ask everyone.”
“I don’t have to ask anyone,” I say. “I was there. And I know what he did when he came into the bathroom uninvited while I was showering.”
“Did hetouchyou?” Bodi growls, his face darkening.
I almost laugh at the panic in Becky’s eyes as she shifts from one foot to the other.
“Only with the shower curtain between us.” I smirk at Ben, who’s standing on the other side of the room with a terrified look on his face. “Then I kneed him in the nuts. He puked.”
“Good girl.” That voice.
I’d know it anywhere. It’s soft, so much so I almost didn’t hear it…but my body remembers it. My skin tingles with awareness—memories of our dance. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him but it’s not possible he’s here… is it?
I turn my head and my mouth falls open.
What the hell is the man that’s been haunting my dreams doing here? I’ve wondered if there was a way to find him a dozen times since that night—and now he’s standing in my apartment. With my brother, of all people.
Fate is weird sometimes.
“You’re leaving. Tonight.” Bodi points to the door. “Go wait in the truck.”
“Okay, relax, King Bossy Pants,” I say, snapping back to the situation at hand. “I need to get dressed and pack my shit.” Imarch toward my room, tossing a quick look over my shoulder at Rome.
Our eyes meet and his are filled with a mixture of amusement, pleasure, and concern. Yeah, Bodi won’t like the idea that I danced with one of his friends. Hell, he won’t even let me attend his hockey games because he doesn’t want his teammates hitting on me. We’ve argued about it more times than I can count. It’s one of many reasons I moved out.
Christ, I don’t have time for this.
“You can’t just move out with no notice,” Becky interrupts my thoughts, following me into my room. “We’re counting on you for rent.”
“Last I checked, we don’t have an agreement in writing,” I say with a shrug. “And I didn’t sign up to be Ben’s party toy.”
“Oh, lighten up. Geez. Ben was just kidding around. It was a joke.”
“Sexual harassment is not a joke—it’s illegal and inappropriate.” Rome’s comment gives me goose bumps.
That damnvoice.
Sweet Jesus, my panties—if I had any on—would be dripping right now.
“And who are you, her dad?” Becky gives him a derisive once-over.
“None of your fucking business.”
“What can I do?” Bodi brushes past Becky, coming to stand next to me.
“There’s a box in the kitchen,” I say. “We can use it to put my books in.”
He nods, nudging Rome. “Stay with her.”
I want to protest but I’m not really in any position to.
