She ignores me. “And why’d you let her keep thinking you were interested in her after New York, huh? She obviously thought there was some sort of open invitation afterwards.”
“No. I told her I wasn’t interested.”
“No, you didn’t. No frickin’ way. Or if you did, you didn’t make it clear enough. Total douche move, Josh Faraday.”
“What are you talking about? What’s a total douche move?”
She waggles her finger at me. “I should have known with that whole ‘Mickey Mouse roller coaster’ thing.Douchey.I should have listened to my Scooby Doo senses.”
“What thefuckare you talking about? It’s douche-y that I had sex with Jen?”
“No. That you had sex with a girl who obviously wants a relationship and then left her hanging.That’sdouche-y.”
“Oh, and I assume you sat Cameron Schulz down right after you fucked him and told him he has zero chance with you?”
“Well, not then and there, no. I’m notthatheartless. But, yeah, I told him later when he called, very clearly, that I wasn’t feeling it.But maybe, now that I think about it, that was a mistake on my part. Maybe I should have said yes when he askedto see me againbecause a) he’s not a douche, and b) I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this buthe’s the shortstop for the goddamned Mariners!”
I roll my eyes. “Gimme a fucking break. You’d rather scratch your eyes out than go out with that tool again—unless, of course, you suddenly have a huge craving for Shirley Temples.”
“Maybe I do,” she seethes. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want right now, come to think about it—a nice, sweet guy who actuallyrespectswomen and doesn’t fuck any mean bitch who happens to have a great rack—and, did I mention?—who happens to be the shortstop for the goddamned fucking Mariners!”
“I respect women,” I say lamely.
“Maybe this is exactly the wake-up call I needed,” she huffs. She waves her arms at me in a bizarre little frenzy like she’s a magician on meth trying to make me disappear, and then she turns back around and begins stomping away from me again.
“Goddammit, Kat,” I say. “Stop.”
She stops and whirls around, glaring at me.
“What are we fighting about?” I ask earnestly. “I’m totally confused.”
She doesn’t reply. She whirls away from me,again,and saunters away, once again mesmerizing me with the stomping motion of her incredible ass.
“Kat,” I bellow. “You’re a fucking train wreck. Chill the fuck out and listen to me.”
She turns back around to face me and crosses her arms over her spectacular chest. “What?”
I know we’re supposedly in the middle of a heated conversation right now—maybe even a fight—aboutwhatI’m not entirely surebecause I can’t figure out exactly what I’ve done wrong and why she’s reacting this way—but the truth is I can’t stop looking at her insane body. It’s as gorgeous as her face. She’s perfection from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Jesus. She’s not an eleven like I previously thought—she’s a fuckingtwenty—wayhotter than Bridgette, and Bridgette’s a fucking supermodel, for fuck’s sake.
“What?” Kat repeats, tapping her toe.
I swallow hard. “You were gonna fuck me in the pool?”
“What?” She scoffs. “No. You wish.”
“You told Jen we were just about to fuck in the pool.”
She rolls her eyes. “I justsaidthat to piss off your nasty little bitch of a fuck buddy. I’d never be just another ride on your freaking ‘Mickey Mouse roller coaster.’ Hell no. I’m officially done with that. Starting now.” Those perfect tits of hers are rising and falling sharply with her rage. Fuck, she’s turning me on so much, I can’t think straight.
“What the fuck are you so pissed about?” I ask. “I told you I fucked Jen in New York and you didn’t give a shit. I didn’t know she was gonna be here tonight—I wasn’t the one who invited her. So what the fuck’s made you so goddamned mad?”
She presses her lips together, her cheeks rising with color.
I chuckle. “Oh man.” I smile broadly, realization descending upon me. “You’re sojealous,you can’t see straight,” I say. “Miss I’d-Only-Be-Jealous-If-You-Were-My-Boyfriend is so fucking jealous, she’s about to explode.” I take a cautious step toward her and she takes a step back like a skittish pony. “Aw, come on, Party Girl. Tell the truth. You’re jealous as shit.” I smirk. “Come on, babe. We’re telling the truth tonight, remember—we’re playing the honesty-game?”
“Well, one of us is, anyway,” she says, taking another step back. “And one of us is full of shit.I’ll leave it to you to decide which of us is which.”
I laugh. “You’re insane right now. Certifiably insane.” I bite my lip. “But I guess that’s what jealousy will do to a woman, huh?”
