The shift was so abrupt that he was left staring at her in complete befuddlement.What the fuck was she screaming for?
Her voice was cruel too.“What are you, some kind of pervert?”The way she said it made him sound like gum on the sole of her shoe.
Shameful twittering started at the corners of his consciousness.Agreeing.Hollering it louder.Reducing all his desires into a catalogue of misdemeanours.
All at once he was freezing cold, like he’d been pierced by a zillion icicles.
“You’re a sick, fucking pervert.I never consented to that.I never said you could do that.”
She’d never told him not to either.
“You should have known from my reaction that I thought it was detestable.”
He was shaking.Already off the bed and pulling on his jeans.“You were coming,” he remarked.
That truth only made her shrieks louder.
Spook zipped and was halfway to the door with the rest of his clothing in his hands, when she stopped yelling.Still, the echoes of her voice seemed to follow him down the stairwell.He was almost at the front door, when she appeared behind him, barefoot, with a dressing gown pulled around her body over her dishevelled clothing.The ties were dangling.“Stop.You can’t just go.Stop.”
Her face was bright red with rage, but there were no tears.
Tears he might have stopped for.
“We haven’t actually fucked yet.”
She was a lunatic.She couldn’t seriously think they were going to do it after the reaction his efforts had just got.
He really, really needed to think about the sort of women he attracted.
She stomped down the stairs behind him.
“Yeah, I don’t think we’re exactly suited, do you?”
She snatched hold of his jacket sleeve so that the leather wound up stretched between them like a rope.“You don’t understand.You have to stay and fuck me.”
He shook his head.“It’s not happening.”
“Tarly and me, we have this thing.It’s kind of a competition.If I don’t fuck you tonight then I lose.”
“What?”Was that garbled explanation actually supposed to convince him to stay.“I don’t give a damn.”
“Please.Come on.”She released her grip on her robe, allowing it to fall open, as if a flash of skin would be enough to convince him.
“Could you let go of my jacket, please.”Any other piece of clothing he’d have willingly sacrificed, but the leather jacket was one of the few possessions he’d brought with him from Sweden.One of the few he hadn’t put on a bonfire and sent swirling up into the heavens as dancing motes of ash.“Look, this was obviously a mistake.Clearly I’m not who you seemed to think I am.And we like different things.I need to be turned on to fuck, and…” He really didn’t need to spell it out any more than that.
“So, we’re not…”
One of her housemates opened their door and peered curiously around the jamb.
“We’re really not.”
“You’re sure?”Her stance deflated a little.
“Definite.”
The only thing he wanted was to get out of here.Siv had left him in knots enough.He didn’t need another woman screwing with his head.Not now.Not ever.
He heard a male chuckle from along the corridor.Apparently their audience was growing.With a sharp jerk, Spook wrenched his jacket free of her grasp.“Bye.”
