She was fuming, and for some bizarre reason, I was enjoying every bit of her reaction, even with a hairy crisis on the loose.
“You’re an asshole!” she screamed. “I should’ve known a guy like you would be like…like…” She gestured at me with a hand. “This.”
“Excuse me?” I stepped forward, and muttered a curse when I half-tripped over a broken piece of wood.
Zaira’s lips twitched, but she didn’t mock me over my little accident. “I came in here because I thought you were being murdered,” she said. “Thought maybe I’d witness it with my own eyes.” She had that smug look on her face that Mickey Mouse has when he knows he’ll be banging Minnie soon.
“What has gotten into you?” I asked, because I was seriously confused by her behavior. “This is not how you acted a week ago.”
She scoffed. “Why do you care?”
She made a fair point, but the thing is, I just couldn’t help but care.
“Because much to your dismay, I amnotan asshole, Zaira.”
Something flickered in her eyes at that, but her expression remained stone-cold. “Try making a call again,” she said. She averted her gaze from me, and then ran it over my destroyed trailer. “What the fuck happened here? What are you even doing in here at this time of the night?”
I wanted to ask ‘Why do you care?’, but refrained myself from doing so.
“I forgot my wallet here after the shoot,” I told the truth. “Came here to grab it, and found a rat on my vanity table. Some crew guy must’ve left the door open, which made it easy for the little dipshit to get in. I’ve been chasing it ever since, but can’t get it to leave.”
Zaira placed a hand over her mouth and laughed. Her long nails were painted black, and the immediate thought of her hand wrapped around my cock invaded my head.
Way to stay decent, Underwood.
I swallowed and shifted on my feet when the situation behind my pants got a bit…congested.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh away at my misery,” I said. “Ha-ha-ha, Gallan Underwood chases rats in his trailer. Ha-ha-ha, and he can’t even catch them! What a loser.”
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest before narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re not funny.”
“And ha-ha-ha, he’s not even funny!” I said in mock-amusement.
She bit her bottom lip to hide her grin, but I could very easily see the curve of her lips.
“What happened here?” she asked, and walked up to the decimated food/snack area next to the kitchen. She’d completely forgotten about practically ordering me to make a call. I guess I didn’t mind that she had.
I slid my hands into the pockets of my jeans before walking over to her. “The rat and some of its friends ate everything. I was able to shoo them all away, but one is still in here,” I said, and then stood next to her.
She looked up at me. “How do you know the rest were his friends and not his family members?”
I glanced down at her. “Are you making fun of me, Zaira?”
She shrugged, and via the LED lights above us, I saw a gleam in her eyes that almost set me on fire.
I was so fucked.
“Maybe,” she said. “What are you gonna do if I am? Chase me around the ruins that were once your posh trailer?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Absolutelynothing.
What did I tell you?I was fucked.
I wassofucked, that even the word ‘fucked’ seemed hesitant to be associated with me.
Now, wasn’t that a totally screwed up psychology on my part?
God, I needed alcohol. Alcohol and sleep. Preferably in the same order.
STAT.
