“Shhhh,” Zoe hissed quietly. Oh, God, the dog was about to sell her ass down the river.
“What the hell was that?” Trevor demanded.
“Um, my date?” she said, feeling like an idiot.
“Your date?”
“Yeah, we’re um, you know, um, having sex?” Zoe said, wondering when this hell would end as she dropped her face into her hands, feeling like a moron.
“If you’re having sex, then why are you talking to me?” Trevor demanded, sounding oddly suspicious. She could have sex if she damn well wanted to. Okay, granted she did want to, but she lacked a willing partner since she really didn’t know any available men. Something she planned on fixing soon, but right now, she had other problems to deal with.
“Intermission?” Zoe said, wondering why everything coming out of her mouth sounded like a question. Oh, that’s right, because she just plain sucked at lying.
“Well,” she heard him clear his throat, “I’ll just leave you to it, then.” A minute later, she heard his bedroom door shut and she dropped back on the bed in relief. If Trevor didn’t kill her when he found out what she was hiding, then all this stress damn well would.
“I hate this,” she grumbled.
Toby let out a little whimper.
With a little sigh, she looked over to find Toby pouting with his muzzle once again resting on Mr. Cuddles’ stomach. “Not you, buddy. None of this is your fault,” Zoe said, reaching over to give him a little scratch behind his ears.
“Oh, that’s good to know,” Trevor drawled from her doorway, scaring the living hell out of her.
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Zoe managed to say as she gasped for air and tried to hide the large puppy on her bed by stepping in front of it.
“It’s not?” Trevor asked in a bored tone and nearly rolled his eyes when she tried to discreetly toss a throw blanket over the poor dog.
“No?”
She was such a horrible little liar, Trevor thought but appreciated it all the more since it meant that she would never be able to pull anything over on him.
He leaned back against the doorframe, crossed his arms over his chest and nodded towards the bed. “Then, what’s that?”
“A blanket?”
“Uh-huh, did you know that your blanket is moving?” Trevor asked, watching as the puppy began playfully wrestling with the blanket.
Zoe nibbled on her bottom lip, drawing his attention. He had to admit that he liked her lips. A cute little top lip with just the right amount of curve and a pouty bottom lip that made him wonder if they were as soft as they looked.
Holy hell he needed to get laid if he was checking her out, which he was. It was happening more frequently than he’d like to admit and was truly frightening him since she was in no way his type. If he didn’t think the lack of sex was responsible, he’d be worried about all those late-night fantasies he’d been having about her.
“The house is infested?” Zoe said, sounding like she was asking a question again. He idly wondered if she realized she was doing it.
“I see,” he murmured, looking around the obscenely clean bedroom. There wasn’t a dust ball to be found, a crumb of food, or a single thing out of place much like his place. He had to admit that she did great work even if she was a horrible little liar.
“So, that thing on your bed beneath the blanket is...” he prompted.
She noticeably swallowed as she dared a glance over her shoulder. “A huge rat?”
“Then, why didn’t you tell me that the house was infested?” Trevor asked, trying not to laugh at the expression of pure panic on her face while she tried to come up with a suitable lie.
“I didn’t want to scare you?”
“That was really nice of you,” Trevor said, pushing away from the door. He walked over to the bed and reached past her to tug the blanket off the playful pup. “Oh, look at that. It seems we’re also infested with puppies,” he mused, folding his arms over his chest while he stared down at her, cocking a brow as he silently dared her to try and bullshit her way out of this one.
He watched as her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before she worried her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded as her shoulders sagged in defeat. “We’re not infested,” she mumbled.
“No shit,” Trevor snapped, making her jump and not caring one bit as all the humor from the situation disappeared. She not only ignored one of his rules, one of the rules he’d like to point out that she’d agreed to, but then, she’d lied about it and tried to hide it from him.
