“I didn’t steal your ideas,” I say again.
The look she gives me is beyond anger. Her nostrils are flared, and her face is red, but her eyes suddenly stop on my bare chest.
“Are you naked?” she asks, changing the subject.
“Does it matter if I am?”
Her eyes drop to the sheets covering me from the waist down. “Yes. You shouldn’t be naked.”
“Why? Because you won’t be able to control yourself if I am?” I smirk.
“No…because, um…because I want to have a serious conversation with you, and I can’t do that if you’re trying to distract me with your body.”
I grab the top of the sheets and slowly push them down. Her eyes stay glued to them as I reveal my boxers beneath them.
“Put some clothes on.”
“I have clothes on. This is my room. You entered without knocking. I can wear whatever I want.”
She huffs. “Why did you steal my ideas?”
“I. Didn’t. Steal. Your. Ideas.”
She glares at me.
“If you recall, I had all the same ideas already written down on my laptop before you started blabbing them to me. I came up with those ideas yesterday and wrote them down as a backup plan because I figured you would somehow mess up my original plan.”
S
he places her hands on her curvy hips while pushing her breasts out at the same time. “You messed up my plan.”
I nod and smirk, which only angers her more and makes my cock desperate to fuck her. I love her pouty mouth. I love how she stands confidently in my bedroom, still in her coffee-covered outfit instead of changing. I love how she hates me.
“So, what did you talk to Lily about after I left?” I ask.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I thought we were a team, that we needed to share everything with each other, so we don’t fuck up Lily’s life again.”
She casually runs her hand across the footboard of the bed. “I realized my first flaw.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
“That I thought we could ever be a team. You don’t have a heart. Whatever niceness you showed toward me was all an act.”
I nod. “You’re learning.”
She flicks her shoes off into the corner of the room.
“Now, get out of my bed,” she says.
I laugh. “This isn’t your bed; it’s mine.”
“No, tonight, it’s mine. And don’t even think about throwing me over your shoulder again and carrying me out. You wouldn’t dare do that, not with Logan here.”
She’s right. I wouldn’t. Logan would kick my ass if he saw me doing anything to hurt her. But he also wouldn’t get in the middle of this.
“I’m not going anywhere.”