Shit.
As I stood alone in the silent kitchen, I stared toward her bedroom, fighting like hell to keep myself from striding down the hallway and knocking on her door – or busting through it, if that's what it took.
I wanted answers. And yeah, I wantedher. She was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch, and it was making me fucking crazy.
But I wasn't so crazy that I'd act on any of those impulses. So instead, I played it smart and headed in the opposite direction, leaving through the same door I'd come in.
Chapter 40
Arden
He wassucha jerk.
I stewed for almost two hours in my bedroom before I decided that Brody deserved a piece of my mind – and not a nice piece either.
But when I left my bedroom to find him, he was nowhere in sight. Neither was Waverly. Both of their bedroom doors were shut, and the rest of the house was eerily silent even if the lights were still on.
By now, it was past midnight.Were they asleep?
Probably.
After only a moment's hesitation, I marched up to Brody's bedroom door and pounded on it anyway.
Nothing happened.
When I pounded again, the only door that opened was Waverly's. She emerged from her room wearing black silky pajamas and matching slippers. At the sight of me standing at Brody's door, she gave a loud sigh. "What do you want?"
"I wasn't knocking onyourdoor," I said. "I was knocking on his."
"Oh, give it up," she said. "It's a waste of time, and you know it."
Isowasn't in the mood for this. "What exactly do you mean?"
"Imeanhe's not interested."
Oh, for God's sake. "In what?" I said. "Sex? Is that what you're getting at?"
"Obviously." She smirked. "Youdohave it, don't you?"
In theory, yes.In reality, it had been a while. In college, I'd had a few steady boyfriends, but none that had lasted, mostly because I'd been far too busy for any kind of relationship.
Plus, I wasn't a quickie kind of gal, which made Waverly's comment all the more irritating. "For your information," I told her, "I'm not knocking for sex. I'm knocking because there's something I need to tell him."
"Oh yeah?" She was still smirking. "What?"
Where to begin?For starters, I was going to tell him that he was the biggest jerk on the planet for asking me about the house and then acting like such an ass after I'd given him an honest answer.
And then, I was going to tell him to shove his condescending attitude where the sun didn't shine.And after that?Well, I wasn't quite sure, but I had plenty of material. All I needed was an audience.And Waverly wasn't it.
I coldly informed her, "That's between me and Brody."
"Just admit it," she said. "You're knocking because you want to hate-fuck him."
Huh? Was that really a thing?I shook my head. "What?"
"Oh, stop acting all innocent," she said. "I see the way you look at him."
"Oh really?" I scoffed. "Is it the same wayyoulook at him?"
