“My name is Victoria, not Tori.”
I cock my head to the side and stare at her breasts. She’s right, a cute nickname like Tori just doesn’t cut it. “I can see that.”
She frowns but doesn’t cross her arms over her chest, like I expected. She doesn’t hide and cover her body. She points her finger toward the living room. “Enjoy the couch. I’ve heard it will give you one wicked neck- and backache in the morning.”
She turns and walks back into the bedroom. She grabs the door to slam it shut, but I grab it, stopping it just before it reaches the frame.
I push it back open and take a step forward so that I’m standing in the doorway, and my face is inches from hers. I watch as her breathing picks up. I watch her lick her lips, like she is preparing for me to kiss her. I watch her eyes deepen at the thought of what my body could do to her.
Victoria wants me. Badly. I always thought that she secretly had a crush on me when we were kids. She used to try to hide it, but I knew. But, now, she isn’t hiding it. Despite how much she hates me, she wants my body with the same passion.
Torturing her is g
oing to be more fun than when we were kids.
“We could always share the bed.” I wink again.
The spell she’s under quickly breaks. “Out. Now.”
“No.”
“Out.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me slam your hand in this door.”
I laugh. “You couldn’t if you wanted to.”
She starts trying to push the door shut on my hand, but the door barely moves.
I raise an eyebrow, and she huffs but stops. In that second, I can see the adorable little girl she used to be.
I grin.
“Can’t you be a gentleman for once in your life and let me sleep in the bed?”
“Really? You’re going to play the I’m a woman, so I deserve the bed card.”
“No, I’m playing the I was here first; I have equally important things that I need to be up for in the morning; yes, I’m a woman, so I’m held to a different standard than you; and I don’t want to have circles under my eyes from lack of sleep card.”
I pretend to consider what she is saying for a second. “Sorry, life ain’t fair.”
I step completely inside as she stumbles backward.
“Are you going to take your stuff and get out, or do we have to do this the hard way?” I ask.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I grin. “Hard way it is.”
I scoop up her duffel bag and throw it over my shoulder, and then I turn my attention to Victoria. She’s standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyebrows are raised, like she doesn’t believe I will actually force her out of this room. She’s forgotten what I’m like if she thinks I’m not going to do anything.
“You wouldn’t.”
I walk over to her, bend down, and grab her ankles as I toss her over my shoulder.
Victoria screams and beats at my back as I carry her over my shoulder.