“Because you already told me that mine was the best,” he says, somehow sounding even more smug now.
“No, I didn’t!”
“You did,” he assures me. “You had almost fallen asleep, but you said something about how my cock was your favorite.”
“I never would’ve said that!”
“Why not? You just don’t want to admit that you miss me. All of me.”
“Give me a break.” I shake my head, floored at his arrogance. I’ve never met a cockier man. That he has good reason to be cocky doesn’t help any because it’s the truth. His cock is the only one to make me orgasm, but I’m not about to admit that to him. “Why did you call?”
“I wanted to invite you over to my place for a party,” he says. Some of his confidence slips a bit.
“Yeah, I don’t think so. Nope. Sorry.”
“No? Why not?”
“Maybe because things aren’t exactly good between your roommates and me,” I admit. “I just don’t think they’ll want me over.”
“It doesn’t matter what they want.”
“You all own the house. Well, you live there together. They should have a say in who comes over, and I’m telling you that there is no way in hell that they want me to be there.”
“It doesn’t matter what they want because they aren’t here right now.”
I lift my eyebrows. “What kind of party is this?” I demand. “Where are they? Did you shuffle them out of the house so we could be alone?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that,” he protests.
“Is this a party for two or…”
He says nothing.
“So it would be just us.” I scowl. “Why the mind games, Rob? If you want me to come over, why not just flat-out ask me to?”
“Things between us have never been conventional,” he says.
“So you can’t just ask me out on a date, or do something normal?”
“Maybe that’s a little hard because I don’t want to date you.”
“Ah, so I’m just a booty call.” I can feel my face grow red. This is both infuriating and humiliating.
I don’t judge Robyn for having her booty calls because they’re all on the same board. They’re all fine with it, but I’m not.
I will not be a booty call for Rob or anyone else. I’m not a piece of meat.
Neither is he. Once again, I seem to be sending him mixed signals. That hadn’t been my intent, but intentions aren’t everything. What he’s feeling, what he wants… I can’t fault him for any of that.
“I would never call you a booty call,” he protests. “Hell, lst time, we didn’t even have sex, but that didn’t mean it wasn't something special. At least it was too me. Am I just a booty call for you?”
“No!” I say hotly.
“Are you sure about that?” he counters. “Because I have to admit that I feel a little used.”
“Oh, yeah? Really? Because what exactly do you think is going to happen at this party for two? Drinking? Are you planning on getting me drunk so that my inhibitions are down and—”
“I would never do that.” His words make me wonder if he’s talking through clenched teeth. “If you want to drink, you can. I won’t stop you, but if you don’t want to, that’s cool too. I won’t force you either way, not with drinking or anything else. Fuck, Katie. It’s like you don’t know who I am.”