Page 34 of Full Tilt
The girl has a mouth on her—and I bet a slap to match.
Accepting my fate—and potentially a bruised cheek—I knock once and step back to a minimum safe distance.
It’s possible she’s out, maybe at practice.
Yeah, she isn’t in.I convince myself she’s not home, already hitting Call on the elevator when her door swings open.
On sight of me, she flares her nostrils as she stands in her doorway, dressed in the tiniest pair of black Lycra shorts and a sports bra to match.
The worst thing I could do right now is check her out, and naturally, that’s exactly what I do.
She’s the hottest girl I have ever seen, and immediately, I regret leaving my apartment wearing only flimsy athletic shorts and a Dri-FIT T-shirt.
They hide nothing.
“You’ve got some fucking gall.” She folds her arms across her chest, and, fuck, this situation cannot get any worse.
In a declaration of peace, I hold my palms out in front of me. I know things are way past salvageable, but there are at least three other apartments on this floor that can potentially hear everything being said.
“I’m not here to argue,” I say, voice low and calm. “I came to talk.”
Jenna doesn’t want to talk—that much is obvious. She pushes a manicured hand through her long, dark hair. “Go talk with your hookup.”
A small laugh leaves my chest as I take a cautious step toward her. It feels like I’m feeding a wild animal and trying not to become the meal.
“That sounds a lot like the pot calling the kettle black.” I try to suppress the smirk I know would only enrage her further. “Weren’t you in another guy’s bed the other night?”
Both shoulders bunch around her ears. “So, you did fuck her then?” She scoffs and reaches for the door, ready to slam it shut. “You make me sick.”
“Wait!” I lurch forward, catching the door just before she crushes my hand in the jamb.
Jenna tries to push it shut, but I’m much stronger, even when she leans her entire weight against it.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” she hisses through the narrow opening, trying to keep her voice low but vicious.
“Not going to happen.”
In one motion, I’m through the door, and she’s stumbling backward into her hallway, ready to come for me as I quickly close the door behind me and brace for impact.
I catch her arms above her head, holding both her wrists in one hand and quickly flipping us around, pressing her back into the door.
She fights and wriggles to break free, but unlike when I let her go last night, I’m not making the same mistake twice.
When Jenna finally realizes her efforts are futile, her face morphs from desperate to cunning. “If you don’t let go of me, I’m going to scream. I could have the police here in minutes, and your career—what’s left of it—would be up in smoke within the hour.”
Challenge blooms low in my gut, picking up my heart rate and coursing adrenaline through every artery.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jenna. You’ve been desperate for me to make you scream since the second you laid eyes on me.”
Despite her vulnerable position, I watch the way her pupils dilate, red creeping up the center of her chest.
I drop my eyes down her body, unable to suppress the blood flow as it pumps to my dick.
“Take a good look, Tommy. Soak it all in because you will never see me like this again. You’ll never put your hands on me like this again.”
The zip fastening up the center of her sports bra sparks my curiosity.
“Tell me something, Hellion.”
