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“This is a common space, Jonathan. I have every right to be here.” I stand tall, hands on my hips, realizing I’m barely covered by the low-dipping tank I’m wearing. Literally, the sleeves are cut down to my hips, showing off a massive amount of side boob.
His face is full of confusion, questioning my motives. Times ticking. I know Reese is about to knock on the door, I can feel it. So I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m sorry. I know we talked about this earlier, but, umm . . . all I can hear is your lips smacking against each other.”
“Then turn on some music,” Jonathan counters.
I point my finger at him and say, “Valid point, roomie. But it’s gotten to the point that I’m . . . umm.” I swallow hard. “It’s gotten to the point that I’m now horny, knowing you two are out here. So I’m going to have to ask you to go to your room for the night and stay in there.”
“What?” Jonathan asks, completely confused.
“Oh my God, just go to your room,” I shout. “I can’t have you two out here turning me on. For the love of God and my horny ass, just go to your bedroom. GO TO YOUR BEDROOM!”
Yes, I officially start flapping around like a crazed lunatic.
The girl turns to Jonathan, a look of disgust on her face. “I’m kind of freaked out. I think I’m going to go.”
“No,” I shout before Jonathan can respond. “Don’t go . . . girl.” I don’t know her name, calling her girl is not the best, but I’ve got nothing else. “Um, Jonathan has been talking about you all night. Don’t let me cock-block him. He has a great penis, you’re going to want to take advantage of it.” She looks me up and down, questions flowing through her eyes. I hold my hand up before she can jump to conclusions. “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I’ve seen his penis, no we have not had sex. I’ve seen his penis because he walks around naked.” She scowls at Jonathan who then shoots daggers at me. Shit. I pull out the only tool left in my arsenal. “There is no need to worry though, I’m a lesbian so his dick doesn’t affect me.”
I’m sorry to all lesbians out there.
Jonathan pinches his nose and shakes his head at me. Yup, I’m a dead person tomorrow, especially if he doesn’t get laid tonight.
“So what I’m trying to say is, go back to his room and let him show you his giant penis. You won’t regret it. Oh, and he has a long tongue, very useful . . . for special things.” I cringe, hating every word that comes out of my mouth.
The girl turns to Jonathan and says, “Let me see your tongue.”
For a second I don’t think he’s going to oblige her, but he gives in and sticks his tongue out for her, curling the end just right to widen her eyes with intrigue.
“See, look at that thing.”
A large smile crosses her face as she stands and grabs hold of his hand, pulling him to his feet as well. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
Leading the way, she directs them back to the bedroom but not before Jonathan can quickly mouth, “We will talk in the morning.”
I gulp, knowing damn well how that conversation will go. The minute his door is shut and I can hear giggling, I run to the front door and throw it open to see Reese’s hand raised, ready to knock.
Chapter Fourteen
**REESE**
I can hear Paisley rambling on the other side of the door. I can’t quite make out what she is saying, but I can tell her voice is frantic, so instead of knocking right away, I hold off. The last thing I want to do is piss her off even more.
I pull the hood up on my zip-up jacket and hope no one thinks I’m a creep, lurking in the hallway. When I decided to go to Paisley’s apartment to see her, I didn’t think about what I might say or do. Hence the athletic shorts, sandals, and a zip-up hoodie with nothing under it. I wasn’t thinking at all, I just knew I had to get to her, to apologize, to fucking grovel at her feet and beg for forgiveness.
Luckily, Ashley was able to find out her address for me. She wasn’t pleased to hear my desperation, but I told her if she didn’t figure it out, she would be fired by tomorrow morning. She got me Paisley’s address within ten minutes.
I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous as fuck. Talk about shoving one’s foot in their mouth. I didn’t even think when I heard a man’s voice come from her phone, asking if she was going to be home for dinner. All I saw was red, and I overreacted. I didn’t think about her having a roommate.
I’m jolted out of my self-hatred trance when the door in front of me flies open, revealing a perfectly beautiful, yet crazed Paisley. Her eyes sear me, not in a good way, and it looks like she’s about to headbutt me again.
Through clenched teeth, she asks, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Because I’m the biggest ass in the world, I act innocent. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“No.” She goes to shut the door when I stop her with my palm to the wood between us.
“If you close this door, I will be sure to ring your doorbell all night until someone lets me in.”
Her eyes widen and then thin out in frustration. She looks over her shoulder, to the left and then back at me. Opening the door, she points to the right and says, “March your smart-ass to the door at the end of the hallway. I’m not kidding when I say you have two seconds to hide yourself.”
