Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(17)

Max: Dude, where are you?



Looking at the time, I cursed.

Gus: Shit. Sorry, dude. I’m not going to make it.



Max: But I can’t watch Survivor without you!



Gus: Yeah, don’t you dare. I’ll be pissed, but I’m still up at the hospital with Bo.



Max: Who the hell is Bo?



Gus: Hot redhead.



Max: That blew you off?



Gus: That’s her. We’re cool now.



Max: lol So you think. She’ll probably kill you by the end of the night.



Looking at Maxy’s words over and over again, I couldn’t shake that he was right. What was I doing? This girl was obviously not into me—well, she was into me enough to have a hot quickie, but once she came out of that orgasm cloud, the unfriendliness was back. Why was I even still here? She didn’t need me. She’d made that plenty clear, yet, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I wanted to drive her home.

I really wanted her to like me.

Shit.

I tucked my phone into my pocket and closed my eyes as I waited. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long until the curtain opened and Bo was being brought back in.

I stood. “Were you a good girl?”

Bo flicked me off as I reached for her.

Angie patted my bicep. “I could use you around here.” Her tone was very suggestive, and when I looked up, meeting her gaze, it was obvious the hot nurse wanted a piece of me.

But I just laughed her off while I helped Bo get into bed and rest her foot on a pillow. “I get that a lot.”

Angie lingered a little longer than she should have before she left, and then I sat down. “You okay?”

Bo looked over at me. “You know she was hitting on you?”

I nodded. “I do.”

With a deadpan look, she pointed to the curtain. “So shouldn’t you go try to sleep with her or something?”

I shook my head, crossing my legs as I held her gaze. “I’m good where I am.”

Her eyes darkened, and I swear I saw a little joy flicker in those eyes. “I told you, this is nothing.”

“I never said it was.”

With exasperation all over her face, she leaned back against the pillows with a huff. Silence stretched as she pouted, and I knew it was from the pain. She couldn’t have that much animosity toward me after I made her come. That would be rude, and she wasn’t rude. She was just bitter. Someone really must have done a number on her.

And I wanted to know who.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “So, who did you dirty?”

Her face twisted in confusion and annoyance before she faced me. “What?”

“What guy did you dirty? Someone did something, because you hate me for shit I haven’t even done.”

“Yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can read you like a book, Bocephus, and let me tell you, I wanted you because that ass of yours is juicy and your hair sets my soul on fire. I think you’re hot, but I also like that you try to hate me but can’t. It’s adorable.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she paused, which meant I was right. “I hate you just fine.”

“Nope, I know I’m right.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional.”

I laughed, kicking my legs up on her bed, careful not to bump her bum ankle. “It’s okay to admit it.”

“Never.”

Her face was all squished up, but I knew the truth. “So we’re friends now, right?”

She laughed. “Not even close.”

“Sure we are. We are learning about each other.”

“No, you’re running your mouth.”

I scoffed, looking down at my hands. I liked her. I liked her fieriness, and I especially like that she wasn’t fawning over me. She might do it in her head, but she wouldn’t allow me to ever know that. That turned me on.

A lot.

“So when can I take you to dinner?”





Chapter Eleven





Bo





What in the absolute hell?

“Are you insane? Have you not heard one word I’ve said this whole time?”

“No, we’re vibing.”

I could only stare at him, dumbfounded. “Vibing?”

“Yes, when you’re not fighting it, we get along.”

Still dumbfounded, I asked, “Fighting it?”

“The passion,” he said simply, moving his hands between us. “It’s so thick, we could cut it with a knife.”

“There is no passion.”

He gave me a look, one that curled his lips while his eyes zoned in on me, dark as night. “Girl, there is so much passion we both almost caught on fire back at the rink. I don’t know why you feel you need to say no, but you don’t. You can say yes. I know you want me.”

His ego was so damn big, I was honestly shocked there was room for the rest of the world. Holding up my hand, I said, “Okay, pause. One, brief lapse of judgment was what happened at the rink. I was horny, I was upset about losing my card, and you were in the right place at the right time. Second—”