“I get the idea.” I cut her off.
“Great.” Her eye twitches in irritation. “Then let’s get started.”
“Why are you only testing me?” I ask, watching her pull a stack of index cards from her bag.
“I’m not. You also have to test me. I assume you made your flash cards?”
“I was supposed to make flash cards?”
“You’re joking, right?” She audibly huffs when I shake my head. “You were supposed to make flash cards. A set with words. A set with shapes and colors. And an audio clip with different sounds. You didn’t do any of this?”
“Nope. But that’s okay because you did.”
“You can’t test me with my own cards.”
“Why not? Just shuffle them up.”
“That’s not how this is supposed to work.” She doesn’t have to hide her aggravation. It’s etched into every line and pore on her face.
“Well, whether it’s supposed to work that way or not, this is how we’re going to have to do it.”
“No, you’re going to do the work you were assigned and then we will schedule another time to meet. It’s bad enough that I have to be partnered with someone like you. I’ll be damned if you’re going to push all the work off on me too.”
“Someone like me, huh?” I snort out a humorless laugh. “And do tell, Mais. What is someone like me like... exactly?”
“A conceited, self-absorbed, asshat.”
“Is that all?”
“No.” She shakes her head, taking the bait. “You’re also selfish. Manipulative. Lazy...”
“Gorgeous. Charming. Incredible in bed,” I tack on a few things of my own.
“You give yourself too much credit.” She sneers.
“Don’t seem to recall you having any complaints,” Ifire back.
“That’s because I’m too polite to tell someone that they weren’t even good enough to make me come.” She lowers her voice over the last word.
“Liar.” My smile widens.
“I’m not lying. You were one of the lousiest lays I’ve ever had.”
“And that’s saying something, isn’t it? Because you’ve been laid so many times?” It’s off my tongue before I can take it back, and I quickly realize I essentially just called her a slut. “Mais...”
“Go fuck yourself, Macallan.” She starts shoving her stuff back into her bag. “For someone who sticks his dick in any wet hole available, you are in no position to judge me.” She pushes to a stand, nearly hitting me in the face with her bag as she flings it onto her shoulder.
“Maisie, I didn’t mean it how it sounded.”
“Oh, I think you did. And you know what, I don’t care. Your opinion means jack shit to me.”
“Is that why you’re suddenly so pissed?” I stand, towering over her as I shift to face her fully. “Pretty sure you threw the first punch.”
“Did I? Well, allow me to throw a couple more. How does it feel to know you pale in comparison to several of your teammates?”
“I guess you would know,” I spit, my own anger starting to rise.
“You’re right, I would. I know that Tucker’s cock is twice the size of yours. That Alex is more skilled with his tongue than any man I’ve ever met before. And that Trev made me come three times in the course of five minutes... in your bed.” She’s smiling now. And not a fake slant of her lips, but a real smile.
