Page 125 of Love Undiscovered
“Okay, first you can’t get upset about my bet when you had a bet too.”
“The hell I can’t.” She stands up and starts pacing in front of her couch.
“I’m not upset about your bet.”
“Of course you’re not, you got laid.”
“Yeah, but unless we count phone sex, it’s only enough to win half my bet,” I chuckle.
She stops.
Her head turns toward me in almost slow motion, but her body stays still. MoreTerminatorthanExorcist, but still jolting.
“What did you say?”
Okay, clearly this is not going the way I’d anticipated.
Earth to Chance, recovery mode required, stat.
“Uh...”
“Did you have to fuck me in your bet?” Her voice rising to near shrill levels.
I debate trying to make something up. But I’m not so good with lies on the fly.
How is she not seeing the humor in this?
“Twofucksfourdates,” I say fast, hoping she won’t understand.
“You bet you could take me on four dates and fuck me twice?”
I exhale slowly. I don’t want to answer this. I wish fights were more like police press releases, where I can choose to neither confirm nor deny her question.
I stand up and go to her, putting my hands on her upper arms and running them up and down slightly.
“How about if we relax and sit down, we can talk about this. I’ll tell you the whole story. It’s kind of funny we both had bets about the other, right?”
She stands stiffly, not moving, not relaxing. I guess it’s good she’s not moving from my touch. But maybe not good that she’s also not responding.
“What do you get if you win?” she asks. Her voice is hard and emotionless.
“What do you get if you win?” I ask back.
“I keep my shoes.”
“Your nine hundred dollar shoes?”
“Yes.”
I run my hands through my hair.
Who the fuck buys nine hundred dollar shoes?
“I do,” she says. I can’t tell if she knew what I was thinking or if I said that aloud.
“I get two thousand five hundred dollars,” I mumble.
“Excuse me?”
