“Uh…thanks,” I muttered.
As I brushed my teeth and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I started to wonder what tricks Thatch had up his sleeve. I had a feeling he had a plan in place, and no way in hell was I going to let him one-up me without already having some plans of my own.
I crawled into bed beside him, fluffing the pillows and patting the plush white comforter around my body. “Good night,” I said into the dark room.
“Night, Cass,” he responded, and I swore I could hear a smirk in his voice.
And because I truly loved fucking with him, I finished the “good nights” off by reaching under the covers, grabbing his package, and whispering, “Good night, Supercock.”
He chuckled softly a few times, and to my surprise, Thatch’s big hands didn’t even try to cop a feel of my tits.
That’s not disappointment you’re feeling, I told myself as a weird hollowness took shape in my belly. Really.
Within a few minutes, I could hear his breaths easing in and out at a slow and steady pace.
As I lay awake beside the sleeping giant, his soft breaths lulling me toward sleep of my own, I tried to make sense of his act of utter contentment.
The only explanation I could find was that the prankster had already planned his next move.
Game on, motherfucker.
“A week,” I said into the webcam, rubbing at the tight skin of my forehead.
“What?” Kline asked. I wanted to poke out his overly amused blue eyes.
“She’s been living with me for a fucking week, dude.”
Boisterous laughter filled my ears, and I flipped him the bird since I knew he could see it. Well, he’d be able to see it when his head came forward again after his all-out humor-seizure, anyway.
“So she’s there a week. What’s the big deal?” he asked as he shuffled some stupid papers from one side of his desk to the other. His voice had finally evened, but a smile still swallowed his face from ear to ear.
“The big deal is that I made her an omelet this morning because she told me to, and we haven’t had any more sex. That office blow job is the last activity my dick saw. Taking orders and not being rewarded? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
“Have you tried to have sex with her?”
Well, I mean… Not really. I’d expected it would just happen. I chose not to tell Kline that, and he pretty obviously took it to mean the opposite.
“Right. I forgot who I was talking to.”
Yeah, yeah. I had the friend vote for Most Likely to Become a Prostitute wrapped up.
“So ask her to leave,” he said seriously, looking straight into the camera and raising an eyebrow in challenge.
This was a test, and I was definitely going to fail. Or pass, depending on what he wanted from me. Fuck.
I didn’t want her to leave. She was entertaining and funny and so goddamn hot my retinas burned just thinking about her. But the whole “look but don’t touch” thing was really starting to wear out my stamina, and not in the good way. Plus, I still couldn’t figure out what the fuck was going on. I knew she was pranking me. I knew it. But it didn’t even remotely feel like it.
I also didn’t really want to give Kline the inch he was so desperately stretching for.
I fought the natural change in my features to keep my expression neutral. “And give in first? No fucking way.”
I never give in first.
He smiled at that and shook his head, tilting it down to look at his phone at some kind of naked picture of Georgie, no doubt. His eyes came back to me, a full Tyra Banks smize engaged.
What? So I like America’s Next Top Model. Sue me.
“Why aren’t you driving this little game?” he asked, clicking the lock button on the side of his phone and setting it on his desk. “You seem to be sitting back and letting her call the shots, and that’s not normally your style.”
“You’re right,” I agreed, doodling some flames on a nearby Post-it note. “That’s not my style.”
I didn’t wait and see, I did. I didn’t let things happen; I made them. And no woman was going to outlast me. First rule of life: the woman always goes first. Through doors, into orgasm, and in this case, crumbling to the pressure in a battle of wills.
“Fuck right,” I went on, truly fired up now. I probably should have paid more attention to the smirk on Kline’s face, but apparently, I wasn’t quite done being young and impressionable no matter how old I got.
“Oh, honey!” I called as I stepped through the door to my apartment, a new sense of purpose in my step. I’d been inside Cassie’s mouth, and pussy, and by the end of this night, I was going to repeat both.
I was fucking determined.