“Put some music on,” he suggests, being difficult.
“I don’t want to walk out to some half naked girl while I’m trying to eat breakfast either.”
“Okay, so no sleepovers. That works much better for me anyway.” He shrugs.
God, he’s relentless.
“Whatever. If you’re having dates over, then so am I.”
He snorts. And then he laughs. The motherfuckerlaughs.
“What’s funny?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not telling a joke?”
“Screw you, Travis.” I grab one of my bags and throw it over my shoulder. Two can play this game.
After unpacking and organizing my things in Drew’s room, I grab my shower kit and some extra clothes. I plan to hide out in bed and study for my last day of class before break. I have exams in two of my classes, and although I've been studying for them all week, I'll use any excuse to avoid Travis.
When I finish rinsing my hair and body, I turn off the shower and squeeze the excess water from the ends of my hair. I pull the curtain back, reaching for my towels, and gasp when I realize they're gone.
What in the hell?
I look around and don't see my towelsorany of my clothes, not even the dirty ones. Argh! Fucking Travis.
I step on the floor mat and dry the bottoms of my feet before walking toward the door and slightly open it.
“Travis!” I scream, covering myself with the door from the neck down. “Travis King!” I shout again, and he finally comes into sight.
“Yes, princess?” he asks in a smooth, calm voice. He takes another step toward me.
“Where in the hell are my clothes?”
His lips turn down. “How should I know?”
My eyes narrow at him. “Quit playing, asshole. Bring me my towels and clothes now!”
“And, uh…what if I don’t?” he challenges, crossing his arms over his broad chest and showing off his ripped biceps.
“I swear to God, Travis,” I threaten. “I’ll make you wish you never met me.”
He grins, pleased with how riled up he's making me. “What did you expect, V?” He crosses his arms. “You made me adelicioussandwich, and I just wanted to repay you.” He presses his palm to his chest, faking his sincerity.
I groan, my cheeks burning with anger. I know I'm not going to win this one.
Either I wait in here until he goes to bed or leaves the house, or I walk out butt naked, giving Travis King exactly what he wants—humiliation at my expense.
I think on it a moment, anxiety of wasting time in here instead of looking over my notes for International Finance Management. I mean, it's not like he hasn't seen a woman naked before. I just hadn't planned on him seeingmenaked.
“Well, V…” he taunts. “What's it going to be?”
He knows I hate it when he calls me that. My body is shivering cold, but my insides are fired up,boiling.
“My name isn't V,” I warn, “for thehundredthtime.”
“I think it’s a very fitting nickname, considering…”
“I'm not a virgin!” I snap out, seething, knowing he was about to say it. That's it. I'm walking out. I'm not listening to him anymore!
