“That’s fair.” She presses her lips together. “You walked into my room without knocking too though.”
“Because I knew you were alone.”
“I could have been naked.” She raises an eyebrow, but even as she does it, she blushes. I ignore the way her words and that blush seem to go straight to my cock.
“You practically were naked, Jo.”
“I could have been touching myself.” She glances away.
Her words throw me off, but as I stare at the side of her face, I decide that this conversation needs to be over because now I’m hard and there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to try to hit on this girl again, not after what happened when we were freshmen. It’s like I can’t help myself though.
“Seeing me fucking someone makes you want to touch yourself?”
“No.” Her face turns bright red as she meets my eyes. “I didn’t even see anything. Not really anyway.”
“But you would have liked to stay to watch?” I raise an eyebrow. “I can arrange that.”
“Absolutely not.” She scowls, dropping her gaze to the mug in front of her.
I enjoy my coffee in silence. I want her to be the one to set a rule or say something about her life, which I don’t know much about anymore. I’ve made it a point to stay far away from Josephine Canó as long as she was with Lawrence, but she’s no longer with him, so . . .
“No leaving clothes on the bathroom floor,” she says after a moment.
“Okay.”
“One of us goes grocery shopping every week. We split the cost of everything so we don’t have to argue over who ate what.”
“Has this happened to you?” I fight a smile. She looks upset about it and she always looks so damn cute when she’s upset.
“My last roommate had a problem sharing everything from peanuts to apples.”
“I thought you hated peanuts.”
“You remember that?” She blinks up at me.
I want to tell her I remember everything about her, but don’t, because it would make me sound like a loser and an idiot and I refuse to be either. I clear my throat. “So we split the grocery bill.”
“Or we can go together.”
“Where?”
“Grocery shopping.”
“I don’t go grocery shopping. I have it delivered.”
“Of course you do.” She rolls her eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You always had everything done for you so I guess it should come as no surprise that you can’t even buy your own groceries.”
“I do buy my own groceries, from the comfort of my couch. And my mother didn’t do everything for me.”
“You’re right. Your nanny did.”
“Are we going to start arguing about the way we were brought up now, Jo?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because my nanny babysat you an awful lot.”
“Yeah, when we were in New York and our parents left us at your house. Not all of us grew up like that though.” She raises an eyebrow right now. “My parents are pretty well off and I’ve been doing my own laundry since I was twelve.”
“Miss Responsible, huh?” I set my mug down. “Yet you managed to crash the most expensive car in your dad’s lot.”
“You heard about that, huh?” Her voice no longer holds the spunk it did a second ago and it makes me even more curious as to what happened that night. When I found out about the accident, I thought there was no way Jo was involved, but she was, and that made me even more upset because it made me realize I truly didn’t know this person anymore.
“What were you doing driving that car? You can barely drive a golf cart.”
“That is not true.”
“Isn’t it?” I chuckle. “As I recall, you crashed a perfectly good golf cart into a lake.”
“I was thirteen!” She stares at me. “You seriously have the memory of an elephant and it’s extremely annoying.”
I chuckle. “In any event, you crashed the Maserati and now you’re paying for it.”
“Right. I’m definitely paying for it.” She picks up her coffee. “I have to get to class, so if that’s enough rules for you, then it’s enough for me.”
“What about parties?”
“What about them?” She stands up with her mug and heads to the hall.
“Are we allowed to have parties?”
“Do you want to have a party?” She turns to face me.
“Do you?”
“I mean . . . ” She bites her lip for a second. “I know you guys love to throw parties, so I guess it’s fine.”
She means my brothers and me. Mitch and me specifically. Maverick just got here, so even though he’s attended some of our parties, he hasn’t had the pleasure of throwing one. It’s something Mitch and I have been looking forward to—the three of us throwing a party together before Mitch decides whether or not he’s going pro this year or next.
“We can throw like a housewarming party,” Jo says after a moment.