Part 45 (2/2)
”Trimmed?”
”Yeah.”
”What about his b.a.l.l.s?”
I blink. ”I didn't notice,” I say slowly, staring hard at her.
”Has he got lots of tattoos?”
”You saw him fight.”
”I mean, under his shorts.”
”No, not really. He had this jellyfish, and the tentacles wrapped around his thigh.”
We both turn to look at the television. The narrator, in a posh and sticky British accent, is talking about the Portuguese Man of War a one of the deadliest jellyfish in the world.
What are the chances?
”You should go,” she says.
”Why? I don't want to.”
”You don't think he's hot?”
”He's a d.i.c.k. He's so full of himself. He's probably got, like, three STDs. So what if he's hot?”
”He's a fighter, but he's not stupid.”
”How would you know?”
”You can always tell when somebody is a dumb-dumb.”
”What do I want with a rude man-s.l.u.t, anyway?”
”I know you're attracted to him. I saw how awkward you were when you met him. Not to mention that whole driving-you-home scene after the club. I'm still p.i.s.sed off at you, by the way. We never got into Juice. You just left us waiting in the line outside.”
I sigh. ”I was awkward because he was being a d.i.c.k.”
”Yeah, he was, but you were also awkward because you liked him. Which is why you hit the sauce hard.”
”I didn't. I don't.”
”Okay, babe.” She says it in this really condescending way, and it p.r.i.c.ks my temper.
”I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm going to bed.”
”Okay,” she says, flicking her head to the side. She watches me out of amused eyes.
”Stop that, Rose.”
”Stop what?”
”Just stop it!”
I go into my bedroom, cheeks feeling warm, and flop down on my bed and stare at the screen of my phone.
Maybe fifteen minutes pa.s.s by, before I finally tap out a reply: Only if you're not an a.s.shole tomorrow during your appointment.
I put the phone on my bedside table, and turn out the light, but moments later I hear it vibrate.
I thought girls liked a.s.sholes.
Chapter Fourteen.
”Told you I'd behave.”
She smiles, and actually it's one of the few times she's not being hostile to me. I... I like it. She's beautiful when she smiles. Her whole face just lights up.
It makes my heart race and my c.o.c.k throb. Even just a quick glance at her bare neck a she's got her hair tied up a brings me up. I want to bite her there, lick her, taste her. G.o.d, my l.u.s.t for her is carnal, almost savage. I want to bite her until it hurts, and then a little more.
”You did behave,” she says. ”To my great surprise.” She gives me an accusing stare, as if to ask, 'What's your angle?'. I just play it off as nothing. I got no angle. She knows I want her.
Penny clears her throat. ”Tina did a good job with the shading, didn't she?”
”She did,” I agree.
”Does it hurt?”
”No. Tingles.” I pull the Porsche over. ”We're going to Lou's.”
”Lou's?” she says. ”That sounds like an American pizza restaurant, or something.”
”That's because it is,” he says. ”Deep dish, Chicago style. Thought you'd like something from home.”
There it is again, that smile. G.o.d, she looks amazing when she smiles.
I lick my lower lip, and bunch my brows together for a moment. I don't think I've ever thought something like that before.
”Thanks, but it's not really just a Chicago thing anymore. I had no idea they had something like that over here?”
”American themed restaurants are popular here,” he says. ”Mexican, too.”
I get out, and then help her out of the car on her side. It's so low that she practically has to climb up onto the curb.