“Timber is her vibrator, Wesley, if you are, in fact, Wesley. Timber is the only pleasure Madelyn gets, so go easy on her."
I should at least seem like I feel embarrassed, but I'm too busy laughing, listening to this ridiculousness.
“Timber? Just, why?" Wesley asks.
“Oh, I have the answer to that one too," Layla says.
“Don't you dare," I snap at her.
“Fine, I'll let you figure that one out on your own," Layla says with a good old point and wink. She's the one who told me to tell him I was sick to avoid a booty call and now she's asking him to replace Timber. She's such a lousy friend.
“Off to bed I go. Goodnight, folks," Layla announces.
When Layla's door closes, Wesley drops ontothe couch next me, grabs the gallon of ice cream and digs in. My heart does this stupid spinning and racing thing again. Damn him. There's something about a man with confidence that gets me all worked up, and no man has ever walked into my apartment and taken my food without asking first.
“Mmm," he says with a mouthful. “I didn't know you were in jammies, I would have put something more appropriate on too."
I can't stop the smile perking up the corners of my lips.
“I think I owe you an apology for being a jackass the other day. I was angry and shouldn't have taken it out on you," he says.
“Well, I'm sorry I had to go out on a date with someone else … because I wanted to go out with you instead," I admit.
“People do stupid shit for money. Trust me. I get it."
“Touché," I tell him.
“Are you here for another one-night stand because I don't think I'd fight you on it," I say, unashamed.
“Sorry, but I'm not sleeping with you tonight. Have you looked at yourself today?" He asks with a devilish laugh.
I elbow him in the ribs. “Jerk."
“I love this movie," he says, sinking into the couch a little more. “That guy is a moron though. Any guy who passes up a girl that beautiful four times in a row should have his man-card revoked."
“Yeah, he must remind you a lot of yourself, huh?" I retort.
Wesley playfully pinches my nose. “Oh, listen to you, being witty and cute."
Cute? I look like Shrek's wife right now. Layla wasn't wrong about that. “I am aware that you are blowing smoke up my ass. There is nothing cute about this appearance I'm sporting. I believe I told you I was busy tonight, just an FYI."
“Well, I was tired of being rejected by you, so I took matters into my own hands."
“What? How have I been the one rejecting you? You're the one who has quiet hours for one-night stands."
“I meant that as in I was preventing people from callingmefor booty calls."
“So instead, you call me for one," I argue.
“No, I already told you I'm not going anywhere near all that tonight," he says scanning me up and down.
“Good, I have Timber for that."
Wesley covers his face as he laughs into his hand. “Crap, you are something else."
“Can I have my ice cream back, please?"
I snatch it back, and the spoon goes flying, completing three full flips in the air before I catch the thing right before it would have landed on the couch. “Look what you made me do now," I tell him.
