Oh, it’s like he just set me on fire. “Ah! With the fucking good-guy bullshit. I’ve heard that line. Bullshit.”
“It wasn’t a line,” he says, still so fucking calm. “It was the truth.”
How is he fucking calm? Why don’t I affect him like he is affecting me? My heart, it’s a sledgehammer in my chest. My body, shaking. My skin, gooseflesh. Every hair on my body is standing at attention, and this asshole is just standing there.
Looking down at me like I’m nothing.
No, wait. A nuisance! He’s looking at me like I’m a fucking nuisance!
A fly he doesn’t want bothering him, but I’m not damn fly.
I’m a killer fucking bee that’s about to sting him in the eye!
“Why don’t you do us both a fucking favor and completely stop talking to me?”
“Not gonna happen, you’re my teammate.”
“Yeah, teammate, but you are treating me like an ex. I don’t like it.”
“How?” he asks incredulously, and finally, I’m getting some kind of emotion!
“By defending me and shit. Why do you even care?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do,” he says with a shrug and then he laughs. “You’re kinda psycho, you know.”
“Fuck you! It’s not the right thing to do; you are doing it to get in my pants.”
“Whoa!” he says with a laugh. “Get over yourself. I’m doing it to better our team.”
“So you don’t want to sleep with me?”
Wait, what? Why did I ask that?
When his lips curve in a sinful grin, it takes everything in me to brace myself from turning into a puddle of goo. Oh sweet God, I know why I asked.
Because I want to know.
“Didn’t say that. I’m just trying to better our team. You’re the one letting issues from Florida come and set the tone for our relationship.”
Basically seething, not only because he could be right but because I’m a bumbling baboon, I say, “There is no relationship! Do us both a favor and forget Florida ever happened.”
Taking a step toward me, he says very low and in a very naughty way, “I’m not the one bringing it up, and don’t you think I’ve tried?”
Sucking in a breath, I look at him like he hit me. What does that even mean? “Well, try harder. I made the biggest mistake ever talking to you.”
“That’s debatable,” he says with a shrug. “I enjoyed myself.”
“It should have never happened.”
“But it did, and you liked it when it was good,” he says, running his tongue along his lips as his eyes drift to my lips. “You liked that I challenged you, that I made you smile, hell, you may even have liked me. You liked it so much, it’s obvious it’s bothering you and you want to talk it out, which is very unlike you. You don’t like talking your feelings out, eh?”
My eye is twitching. Along with my fist. I want to hit him, but I am not going to do that. No. We will not resort to hitting. It’s not nice.
“You don’t know shit about me,” I spit and he grins.
“Oh, I do, and it’s killing you that I’m sitting here, calm as hell, while you fly off the damn handle.”
“Fuck you,” I snarl and he chuckles.