He’s imagining me in… nothing.
And I have this great urge to cover myself from him.
From his intense, pretty,obsceneeyes.
“You’re so…” I take a deep breath. “You did not just say that. You did not just talk about my…”
My outrage makes him smirk.
And the hateful and the most obnoxious guy that he is, he deliberately stares down at my chest for a second or two before shrugging. “Well what can I say, you’ve got nice tits.”
“Stop,” I command, my chest heaving, my tits feeling all heavy and strange from his lingering glances. “Don’t say that word.”
His smirk turns into a low chuckle.
And I don’t know how it’s possible but it’s even worse than his shameless stare.
Because his chuckle is downright dirty.
“I thought you liked words,” he drawls.
“I’m —”
“Or maybe you’re looking for another synonym here?”
“I’m not —”
“How about knockers? Jugs, fun bags, hooters. Headlights.”
“Oh myGod.”
“Oh myReignis the phrase you’re looking for, I think.”
I thought I was afraid of going to jail but I don’t think I am.
I think it’s going to be totally worth it if I get to kill him first.
“I’m your best friend’s girlfriend, you…” God, I can’t find words. “Vulgar psycho.So you need to stop, okay? Just stop.”
“Ex though, yeah?”
“Just stop,” I whisper.
Finally, it looks like I’ve made some progress.
Because his amusement vanishes and he says, “Then don’t piss me off and do what I tell you to do.”
And then I just explode.
I explode at him for being so arrogant and domineering.
So hateful that it makes me sick.
“First,” I begin, my hands fisting, “no matter how much you’d like to believe it, I’m not your servant girl. Never was and never will be. I don’t take orders from you. You don’t tell me what to do. Second, don’t come near me. Stop advancing on me like a freaking predator or something. Third, I’m here to talk to Lucas and I’m not leaving until I do so.” Then, “Oh, and even when Idoleave, I’m not leaving with you. So back off.”
Good.
That was good.