Page 16 of Screwed
I sit down next to her and lift my shoulders. “Sure.”
For the next two hours we watchTalladega Nights.For the first time in years, I find myself laughing. Jana is sitting next to me, laughing just as hard, with her hand on my thigh. Every so often, I peek over at her, watching her sadness slowly start to disappear.
When the movie is over, she straddles my lap and softly kisses me. “Thank you, Shawn,” she whispers.
Moving my hands to her ass, I smile. “You can thank me another time.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “It’s always about sex with you.”
“I think we’ve established that,” I reply with a grin.
Taking a deep breath, she chews her lip. “So, if I asked you to my bed, would you come if you knew nothing was going to happen?”
“No.”
“I’ve slept in your bed,” she says, dipping her eyebrows.
Moving my hands into her hair, I lightly pull. “Jana, I allowed you to sleep in my bed after we played out a fantasy. Sleeping in your bed, because you want someone to hold you, that’s not me. I told you relationships aren’t something I do. Sleeping with you is something a boyfriend would do, and I’m not your boyfriend.”
“Why are you so against relationships? We’ve all been screwed over Shawn, you act as if she stole your heart,” she whispers.
I stand up and place her on the floor. “Go to bed, Jana. I’ve got work I need to do,” I say, walking past her.
Going into my room, I close the door and sit down on the bed. Dropping my head into my hands, I sigh. Why do girls do this? Why do they always want more than I can offer?
Chapter Eight
Jana
Sitting down on the couch, I shake my head. I’ve never met someone so damn confusing. One minute I think he’s finally going to open up, give me something and he goes right back to being an asshole. Whoever did this to him didn’t just hurt him, she destroyed him. I can’t even get him to tell me what he does for a living. He won’t talk, unless it’s something dirty. Something sexual.
The longer I sit here thinking about it, the more pissed I get. He knows things about me, personal things. I know nothing about him, other than he’s staying here until his place is ready. It’s fucked up, I deserve to know something, anything. I wore a fucking nurses uniform for him today.
Jumping off the couch, I walk to his door and knock once before pushing it up. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking defeated. That is until he looks up and sees me.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jana?” he barks out at me.
I won’t back down, he’s not going to push me away this time. “We’re going to talk,” I say, putting my hands on my hips.
“I don’t talk, get the fuck out.”
“No? You don’t want to talk? Alright then, I want to play out a fantasy of mine.” I raise an eyebrow waiting on a response.
He smiles. “Yes, now that’s what I’m talking about.”
I give him a little shimmy of my shoulders, and shake my ass as I make my way over to his bed and take a seat next to him. “My fantasy,” I jut my lower lip out and draw out my next words, “that I really really want is…”
“Fuck, Jana.” He’s getting turned on I can tell.
With my eyes gazing into his, I run my hand up and down his thigh. “I really want you to tell me what you do for a living.”
He bounds from the bed, pacing the floor. “Dammit, Jana. That’s not a fantasy.” He’s visibly upset, but I don’t care.
“Don’t you want to play?” I mimic the words he once told me.
He looks over at me. “Go to bed.”
“I will, but first you have to fulfill my fantasy.”
