“I knew you were arrogant, but Christ.”
“What?” I ask.
“Do you have a full refund policy, too? Get an STD, all panties returned and burned.”
“I’ve never had any complaints,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall so I can study her features.
“I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes, flipping through the channels.
“Have you ever had one?”
“Had what?” she asks, avoiding eye contact.
I curl my lips up. “An orgasm.”
I watch as her fingers lose their grip on the remote, and it falls to the floor. “I’m not answering that!” she shouts, reaching for the remote again.
“Why not?” I shrug. “It’s a valid question.”
“It’s none of your damn business,” she hisses.
I chuckle. “That’s a no.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Then just answer the damn question.” I groan.
She slams the remote down and stalks toward me, seething. “Fuck off.”
I smile as I watch her walk back down the hall. Nowthat’sthe Viola I know.
Viola hides out in Drew’s room most of the night, which is just fine by me. It’s day one alone with her, and I’m already desperate to go out and drink away all the memories of her walking wet and naked down my hallway.
She finally resurfaces, walking straight to the kitchen and ignoring me like the priss she is.
“I thought you’d be all tucked into bed by now.”
“Believe it or not, I need to eat,” she snaps, opening the fridge door.
“Work up an appetite in there?” I ask, pinching my lips together.
“Do you have an off button?”
“Actually…”
“Never mind,” she quickly spits out. “Forget I asked.” She groans, knowing exactly where I was about to take it.
Trying to get under her skin as best I can, I ask in my best conversational tone, “So can you give yourself an orgasm?”
She gasps as her eyes widen in shock. “Do you just say the first thing that comes to your teeny tiny brain?”
“Hasn’t let me down yet.” I shrug. She rolls her eyes at me, and I laugh. “Want me to make you something for dinner?”
“No,” she says on instinct. “I don’t want your hands anywhere near what goes into my mouth.”
She closes her eyes and immediately catches herself, but it’s too late.
“Well, I’ve never been told that before, but hey, there’s a first time for everything,” I say nonchalantly. I have to say it. “However, whenever I offer to cook for a girl, we usually skip the dinner portion of the night and go right to dessert.”
