Page 91 of Ice Me Out
Jamie chuckles. “I guess. But we aren’t trying to snoop around, we’re here for Bex’s safety.”
“The fuck?” I gasp when my fingers find the light switch.
Keene’s cat is curled up on one of Bex’s nightstands. But she isn’t simply sleeping there. Poonani is wrapped around Lady Marmalade’s fishbowl.
“Meow.” She greets us calmly, almost lazily.
Her green eyes are fixed on me and Jamie when she dips one of her paws, skimming over the water. Her paw barely gets wet, but it creates a ring of ripples on the surface.
Lady Marmalade swims as far as possible from the ripples and from the cat’s paw.
“Poonani,” I call, showing her the plate with the cat food. “Look what I’ve got for you.”
“Meow.” she answers looking almost offended by my offer.
She dips her paw again, her black tail moving with lazy satisfaction at the fear she’s instilling in the little goldfish.
“Shit.” I whisper to Jamie. “It looks like she wants sushi for dinner.”
Jamie takes a few steps toward the nightstand. “Not on our watch. If something happens to that goldfish, Bex is going to be devastated.”
As if summoned by her boyfriend’s words, Bex’s voice reaches us from the doorjamb. “Oh my God. Lady M!”
That seems to spur Poonani into action. The cat jumps off the nightstand, landing on the carpeted floor with sinister grace.
“Meow.” she repeats, but this isn’t the lazy sound of a second ago. Her fur is standing at attention as her back curls, ready to attack.
I don’t know what comes upon me. I must have a fucking death wish. “Come on, Poonani,” I scold her, bending down to pick her up in one fluid moved. “Bex means you no harm. Let’s go eat dinner in your room.”
I half-expect for her to slice me like fresh sashimi, but to my surprise, she sniffs at the plate I’m still holding in my other hand.
“Meow.”
Chapter22
Pucking Together
Connor
“Crisis averted.” I say, closing Keene’s bedroom door behind my back.
Bex and Jamie are sitting side by side on the couch. She’s changed into a short denim skirt and a pale pink tank top, and she looks effortlessly hot. Their outer thighs are touching and I can’t help but envy the familiarity between them. I used to be like that with Fiona. The way you touch someone you’ve fucked is different. Intimate, that’s the word I’m looking for. I miss having that with someone. But I’m too scared to get betrayed again.
“Connor.” Bex’s hand is resting below her collarbone, as if she were trying to get her heartbeat to slow down. “Thank you so much for saving me and Lady M.”
I rub the back of my neck, embarrassed by how much I like the way she’s looking at me. “No problem. We need to be more careful with doors. We’ll have to tell Keene.”
Her gaze darkens at the mention of our roommate; her eyes narrow and her lips thin in a displeased line. “Right. That’s assuming he didn’t let his murderous cat into my room on purpose. He made it clear that he hates me being here.”
My embarrassment skyrockets at the thought that she must know that I was against letting her move in, too. I’m still not entirely sold on having an attractive woman as a roommate. Especially since Jamie has already staked his claim on her. And with his track record with women, if he fucks this up, things are going to get even more awkward than they already are.
Another reason why I’m not ecstatic that Bex is here is that I can’t take my eyes off of her. That was a problem before, when she was just my team captain’s sister. Now that she’s also my roommate’s girl? I really need to stay away from her as much as I can.
“The game’s about to start,” Jamie says, turning the TV on with the remote. “How about we eat and watch the first period? Connor is here to help me with some homework, but that can wait until after we eat.”
Bex agrees, opening one of the two pizza boxes. “Yes, let’s eat. I’m famished. Connor, do you want a slice of pepperoni or chicken and bacon?”
I eye the recliner next to the couch with the intention to go sit there with my plate. “I’ll take one of each, please. But you don’t have to make me a plate.”
