Page 5 of Extra Tight

"Seriously?" I gape at him in shock, but I have the urge to sit back down.

"Fine, go."

I'm not sure if he’s testing me, but I grab my plate and cup and take them to the kitchen before I hurry to my room. The second I'm across the threshold, I call Josie and spill everything. When I'm done giving every detail of the story, it’s quiet. I pull my phone away from my face to make sure the call didn't disconnect.

"Hello?"

"He's flirting with you."

"No, he's not."

"Right," Josie laughs. "If you don’t think he’s flirting with you, then you should test it out. Fight fire with fire."

“And how the hell do I do that?” I’m already shaking my head even though Josie can’t see me.

“You could do him a favor. See what it gets you in return.” I snort a laugh.

“Oh sure, I’ll just say, ‘Hey, Nash, how about a blowie so I can go hang out with Josie.’”

“A blowie?” My stomach drops at the sound of Nash’s deep voice behind him.

“Oh shit,” Josie says into my ear. She heard him too.

“Kill me now,” I whisper, then slowly turn around.

Nash is standing in my open door, and I swear I locked it.

“Killing you would defeat the whole point of babysitting.”

“Stop calling it that!” I shout, then Nash's long legs clear the space between us.

Before I know what’s happening, he plucks the phone from my fingers. “She’ll call you back later,” he says before ending it.

“Do you know what knocking is?” I hold my hand out for my phone, but he tosses it on my bed.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m removing the door.”

“What?”

“Not having a door will make it easier for me to closely monitor your behavior. And you have a dirty mouth for a little girl.”

“You’re being insane.” I throw my hands up in frustration. He really has lost it.

“If I’m insane, it’s because you made me this way.”

Right, as if I could have so much power over him.

“You’re not taking my door,” I say with finality. His expression doesn’t waver, and I know he’s not going to budge.

“Unless...” He looks at my mouth. “You want to do the warden a favor.”

I suck in a breath, and then it’s like he’s moving in slow motion. His hand comes up and cups my cheek before his thumb brushes across my bottom lip.

“You’ve never given a...”—he acts like he’s thinking over the word before he cocks his head to the side—“blowie, have you, little girl?” I open my mouth to respond, but his thumb pushes inside. He presses on my tongue and holds it there. “Have you?” I shake my head, and he pulls his thumb out of my mouth.

He stares at me, and I lick my lips, tasting him. “What’s happening?”

“You want to prove you’re not a little girl anymore?”

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