Let’s see…there is one place, but it feels like a throw-away since it won’t get me very many points. Oh, wait. I can totally use her C for…
“Cunt? Really?”
My dick jumps when she says the word out loud. Good thing I have a pillow on my lap so she doesn’t notice.“Did you hear Elliott gets horny when playing Scrabble?”This is not the sort of distraction I need. “What? It’s a legitimate word, isn’t it?”
She snorts and plays Q on my u. Add an I and a T and I am done for. I blew my chance of winning by lining up that damn word right next to a triple-word square.
“Shit.”
“I believe you mean ‘Quit’ And that’s probably what you should do. considering there are no letters left in your sock.”
“I never quit.”
“Oh, really?” The way she rolls the top of her beer bottle against her lips is downright pornographic. She’s so busy gloating, I don’t even know if she realizes what she’s doing. But my dick does, which is damned inconvenient since this is the one girl I can’t touch.
First: she’s desperate for someone to love her, and I don’t have the capacity for that anymore.
Second: she’s vulnerable and this whole roommate situation we have going on can only end in disaster. I’m not going to take advantage of her just because she’s hot and my hands are itching to get lost in that chaotic hair of hers.
Third: who the hell gets horny playing fucking Scrabble? I need to get laid so I can get Loren Piper off my mind.
She ends up winning, and while I’d like to blame my distraction for my poor score, she totally bested me.
“Winner cleans up,” I say in my most cheerful voice so she doesn’t realize how irritated I am.
“That’s fair. You want to watch something on TV?”
There might as well be a red light flashing over her head:Danger. Danger.
I should say no, but the truth is, I do want to watch TV. And it’s not fair of me to tell her that she needs to hole up in her room because I happen to find her attractive.
“Um… Yeah. Sure. Why not?”
“Woah, calm down, Elliott. There’s no need to sound so excited.”
This girl. She’s funny. “You want another beer?” I ask, figuring it’s safe enough to stand without my dick getting in the way.
“Sounds good. You have any popcorn?”
“No, but there might be some chips and salsa.” I don’t think I ate them all.
“Perfect.”
We sit down to watch a movie, but as she flicks through our options, all I can focus on is Loren taking photos of the TV.
“What are you doing?”
She flushes. “I always forget what movies are on here and when I go to search for one, I can’t find any of them.” She shows me her screen. All romcoms.
“We can watch one now, if you want.”
“Oh, we don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’d rather choose something with murder.”
“Why? Because I’m such a murderer?”
“No, I mean guys don’t really like romances.”
Good thing she’s not living with August. He’d have her glued to this cushion for a romcom marathon if she even hinted that she’d be interested. That man has a thing for Kate Hudson.
