Two days ago I couldn’t fight him off me if I tried. Now… nothing.
“That Divinci Code must be an interesting book, hey?” I ask.
“Very,” he murmurs as he turns the page without looking up.
“I wouldn’t know.” I pause as I try to get him to look at me. “I’ve never read it.”
He rolls his tongue in his mouth as if thinking, but doesn’t answer.
I turn on my side and put my hand behind my head to lean up on it as I purposely let the blankets drop to reveal my breasts.
He catches the side of his bottom lip in his teeth as if trying not to react, but still doesn’t flinch.
What are you doing, asshole?
“I’m not tired,” I announce.
“Read a book.” He gestures to a box filled with books under his desk.
I roll my eyes and get up out of bed. I’m naked and I purposely bend over and slide the box out with my behind towards him. I can see him in the bathroom mirror behind me and his eyes rise to watch me, although he pretends not to.
I smirk. I sit on the floor and start to go through the books. I read the titles out loud.
“The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.”
I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown.
He glances up. “I like horror.”
I widen my eyes. “Boring.”
His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?”
I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”
“Figures,” he replies as he flicks the page angrily.
I put my hand on my hip. “Why would that figure?”
“Because you’re a sex maniac.”
I smirk. “Can you tape that please and show it to my ex-boyfriends.”
“Why would I do that?” he replies flatly.
“Because they all complained that I hated sex.”
His eyes rise from his book as if suddenly interested. “Did you?”
“With them?” I ask.
He nods.
“Pretty much.”
His eyes hold mine. “Do you hate it with me?”
“You’re the first man I have enjoyed it with.”