Page 13 of Screwed By My Roommate
She laughs lightly and peeks over at me. “Not all the time.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Okay, so you got a free show, not like you haven’t seen a naked woman before. Can you please stop standing like a statue? It’s making me feel like you’re in shock,” she says, walking past me toward the kitchen.
I turn around and follow her, pouring myself another drink. She’s right, I am shocked. I’m shocked I didn’t go into her room. I’m shocked I was able to keep from fucking her. I’m shocked I’m holding on to the very little conscience I have left.
“Clearly, I want to just forget that happened. So tonight, let’s go do something. We haven’t gone out or had friends over. I miss going out,” she says, jetting out her bottom lip.
I sip my drink, staring at her. Still seeing her dripping, wet body. “You can go out anytime you want. You aren’t a hostage here,” I say.
“I know, but—” She stops, lifting her shoulders.
“But, what?” I push.
She leans against the counter next to me and my pulse picks up. “But I don’t want to leave you behind,” she whispers.
“Christ, is that what you think? You aren’t leaving me behind. Go out and have fun.”
What the fuck am I doing? I’m pushing her to go out and that will lead to her finding someone. I like that she hasn’t been going out because I know at night the only thing giving her pleasure is herself. Selfish? Hell yes. But I don’t give a shit.
“You don’t want to come out with me?” she asks.
“Not tonight. You go. Maybe next time,” I say.
If I go, there is no way I’ll be able to stop myself from doing something I shouldn’t. She’ll be drinking, I’ll be drinking, and if she dances like she did last time we were out, I’m screwed. It will be impossible to stop myself from fucking her. Especially after what I just saw.
“Jace?”
I look down at her and she gives me a small smile.
“Do you have other plans?”
My eyebrows dip as I search her face. She looks away quickly and I suddenly realize what she means. “No, Penny. I have no plans.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Do you have other plans?”
Why the hell I can’t ask her if she’s going to fuck someone is beyond me.
She laughs, resting her hand on my arm. “Would I have invited you out if I did?”
“Hey, you never know,” I say, smirking.
“Oh, so you’re into threesomes?” she asks, jokingly but I can see the curiosity in her eyes.
I wink and push off the counter. “Nah, not anymore.”
“Oh my God, you’ve had a threesome?” she yells.
I chuckle, pouring another drink, keeping my back to her. “Go get ready for your night out, Penny.”
After Penny left, I got a call from one of my buddies and ended up meeting them for some drinks. It didn’t do what I hoped because I thought of Penny the entire time. I wondered what she was doing and who she was doing it with.
Now it’s nearly two-thirty in the morning and she’s still not home. I know I should go to bed, but a part of me wants to torture myself. I deserve it for all my thoughts.
The front door opens, and my body stiffens on the couch. The second I see she’s alone; I relax a little. It doesn’t last long because she stumbles into the wall and giggles. She’s drunk.
