“What’s in it for me?” I ask, using the opportunity to gain some of the household power back.
“Um…how about a roof over your head? A fridge filled with food? A bed to sleep in?”
“You mean,halfof those things. Drew pays the rent, too. And face it, you’d still be paying for those things even if I wasn’t here, so your argument is invalid.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine, whatever. What do you want?”
I turn slightly, facing him. I need him to know I’m serious. “I help you with whatever project you’re working on, and you have to abide by all the house rules. No exceptions.”
His head falls back against the chair cushion, and I can tell he’s rolling his eyes at me. “So, you basically want me to be a monk in my own damn house?”
“Just while I’m here…” I correct. “The moment I leave, throw a naked kegger for all I care.”
He snorts, his face finally loosening up a bit. “All right. If that’s what it’s going to take, then fine.”
“Wow, look at us!” I beam, plastering on a wide, fake smile. “Compromising like an old divorced couple.”Or at least making some progress at making this work the rest of the time I’m here.
However, I have a feeling this weekend isn’t going to be so accommodating.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
TRAVIS
Viola may be a smart-ass,but she knows her stuff. I study her mouth as she talks about the articles of the European Community Treaty in detail. She notices me staring and stops.
“What?” Her eyes narrow, and I flash a little smirk and shake my head.
“The main point of this is not to have misleading advertising. It’s not like the American market where we can basically insinuate someone’s boobs will grow or they’ll lose a hundred pounds in a week. Or you’ll get chicks if you drink Bud Light. It’s stricter. We do have the Federal Trade Commission, but the European treaty is that on steroids,” she continues and then stops abruptly. “Are you even listening?”
“You have no idea.” My lips tilt up, hanging on her every word.
She fidgets under my gaze. “Anything else?”
“Actually, yes. Your rules. Aren’t they a bit ridiculous?”
Her mouth falls open then shuts. “No.”
“What are the rules anyway?” I ask, closing my laptop. “You might want to clarify since I’m supposed to be following them for the next week and a half.”
Viola stands and snatches her Kindle from the couch.
“Wear clothes. No skanks in the house. And I don’t want you to say anything that’s even remotely sexual. Basically, you stay away from me, and I stay away from you.”
“Other than when I need your help, right?” I arch an eyebrow and watch as her eyes stroll down my body.
“Did you just check me out?” I flash a knowing grin. “That was a major eye-fuck.”
She gasps. “Rules!”
“Don’t make this a double standard. If I have to follow the rules, so do you, Princess.” I’m amused by the way her face contorts when I’m right.
“I can see we’re done here. Good luck with that. Looks like you’re going to need it.”
“You too,” I mumbled back, eyeing her tight little body, and by the way she reacts to me, she knows exactly what I was talking about.
I reopen the laptop and start researching the parent companies and their past marketing efforts. If we want to stand out in the crowd, I can’t come up with some mediocre plan. I’m actually pissed that I didn’t pay more attention in class when it came to foreign trade and policies. While I wanted and wished for a project such as this, now it feels more like a burden instead of a blessing. But Viola may be my secret weapon.
After making detailed notes, I feel pretty good about what I’ve compiled so far. I stuff my laptop in its case and catch a glimpse of the pink vibrator sitting on the couch, right where I left it. I pack my things and head down the hallway with it tight in my hand. The images that fill my mind are dirty, but fuck, I love them.