The Roommate Agreement(45)

In fact, he was probably being as petty as I was.

After another minute, I put my phone into my purse and stood up. I shot him the widest, sweetest grin in my arsenal, and he clenched his jaw, but his lips twitched in response.

He wasn’t very good at staying mad at me.

I was far better at being the one to hold a grudge.

I stalked toward the door, and when he hadn’t moved, I turned, my hair flicking over my shoulder. “Well? Are you coming?”

“He hopes so,” Brie piped up.

Sean replaced the hand over her mouth. “Sorry.”

Jay took a deep breath and, with a shake of his head, followed me to the door. He stayed behind me the whole way down the stairs, and the only reason I had to wait was because I assumed he had his truck and I didn’t have a car.

And me starting to walk would just start another war of words.

“Get in,” he grunted, pushing the button to unlock it.

“A gentleman would open the door for me.”

“My inner gentleman is busy. He’s thinking about tossing you on the backseat and doing unspeakable things to you.”

“My inner lady is responding by flipping you off.” I yanked open the door and climbed up. I went to close the door, but Jay was standing there, and he smirked right before he slammed it shut.

He was such a jerk when he was all riled up.

Mind you, I wasn’t exactly a nice person.

The drive was made in complete silence. We didn’t even look at each other. It was weird. We always laughed and joked whenever we rode together, but this kind of felt like I was riding to my doom.

Dramatic, I know, but you don’t write books without the taste for a little drama.

He pulled into the parking lot next to my car. I jumped out before he’d even killed the engine, and I made my way to the elevator and up to the apartment before him.

I put my laptop bag and purse on the armchair and readied myself for him to come up. Feet apart, hands on hips—I adopted the universal battle stance for a woman ready to unleash some sass on a man.

Jay didn’t bat an eyelid when he saw me. Instead, he ignored me completely and walked right past me.

All right, so it wasn’t as scary as I thought it was.

Or maybe I just wasn’t that scary.

Probably the latter. I knew I always shit my pants a little whenever I walked in and saw my mom with her hands on her hips.

Jay said nothing, now bustling toward the coffee machine. He pulled a mug down and set the machine alive, still ignoring me.

Was this how annoying I was in Brie’s apartment?

Wait, no. He wasn’t allowed to do this. He was the one who’d stormed in there, interrupted me mid-sex-scene, and demanded we come home to talk.

Well, we were home, and he was making a fucking coffee.

“Well?” I said. “Aren’t you going to tell me how you’re going to fuck me seven ways to Sunday?”

Jay didn’t respond.

“Are you still thinking them up? I have to admit; I thought you’d have them written down. Like a prepared speech or something.”

Still nothing.

“’Cause now I’m a little curious. I mean, you already mentioned the backseat. One out of ten for originality on that, by the way. Pretty sure everyone did that in high school in some awkward dimly-lit parking lot. Not that I’d know since I stayed a virgin in school, but Brie did enough for the both of us.”

His shoulder twitched.

Ah. I was going to have to wind him up until he just came out with it.

“I have to admit, you really got me thinking about all the places you could have sex and all the ways you can do it. I’m just throwing this out there: butt stuff is off the menu. That is a one-way system, thank you very much.”

He cricked his neck to the side. Damn it. I thought the mention of butt stuff would do it.

I perched on the arm of the sofa. “So have you really thought about this or are you blowing smoke up my ass? I’m not a fan of that either, for what it’s worth. One-way street and all that. Are you a doggy-style guy or a missionary? Cowgirl? Sideways missionary? Dang, there’s a whole slew of them, isn’t there? I don’t think I even know more sex positions than that.”

His upper body rose then fell.

I was breaking him.

“Although, now I’m starting to think you were just talking shit. You dragged me home so you could tell me how badly you want to fuck me, but here I am, still waiting, thinking up my own scenarios, yet you haven’t said a word.”

He gripped the edge of the counter.

“I guess that was just a threat to bring me home. It was a bad one, as far as threats go. You should have threatened to throw out my laptop or ban my TV shows.” I tapped my finger against my lips. “Especially the laptop. That’s a real threat.” I shuddered. “My poor baby.”

“Jesus Christ, Shelby, do you ever shut up?” Jay turned, jaw clenched and pinned me with his gaze.

I held out my hands and shrugged, pouting out my lower lip. “You’re the one who said we needed to talk. I was just getting it started. It’s not my fault you can’t carry through with your threat of telling me how bad you want to fuck me, or were you just being a big burly alpha male because we weren’t alone?”

“You wanna know? Really?”

“Are you gonna write me a note? Because my characters were in the middle of banging each other when you so rudely interrupted me. It was a bit inconvenient if it was all for nothing.”