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"Great!" I say through gritted teeth. "Now that we've clarified we're not attracted to each other, we can get back to our lives."
He narrows his eyes while studying me, an almost devilish gleam on his face when he declares, "You're not my type at all, but I love to play games, and I'll make you crack, Alabama."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I reply sarcastically.
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She staresat me like I'm some miserable insect, and I don't know why, but it makes me want to make her bend to my will even more.
"The game begins," I announce, "and I never lose."
I'm still holding her arm. My attention drifts from her face to her breasts. She can say whatever she wants, but her body doesn't lie… she wants me. I have enough experience with women to understand that, and even if I were a novice, her hardened nipples would be clue enough.
She's wearing leggings and a tank top that don't hide much of her figure, her hair tied in a ponytail on top of her head. I notice my hand on her skin and then spot the thin white mark on her forearm.
"What happened to you?"
Her tone is icy when she responds, "How is that any of your business?"
My grip loosens and she crosses her arms over her chest, which pushes her breasts up slightly. I can't resist the urge to needle her, "Playing the mysterious woman doesn't suit you, Alabama."
She blinks several times before composing herself:
"I'm not playing anything, Player. I simply don't want to talk to you about my life. Besides, I doubt you're interested."
Dixie is right, I couldn't care less about what she's been through, who she is, or what she wants. All I see is that a game has started between us. This game isn't unfamiliar to me, and it's a welcome distraction in my boring-as-hell life.
It doesn't matter that I don't plan to act on it with her, I'm just interested in making her crack. "One day, you'll be begging me to fuck you, Alabama. And that's when I'll have won."
She arches a skeptical eyebrow. "Dream on. I'll never want to sleep with you, Player."
I give her a knowing smile. She's pushing me away with too much vehemence for it to be true. "And I'm certain you'll crack before the end of the year."
Her arms fall to her sides, and she squares her shoulders before announcing, "I'll prove you wrong, and when I do, you'll apologize for all the insults you've thrown at me."
I let out a small chuckle. "That will never happen," I predict.
Dixie observes me for a moment, then approaches me. I eye her warily. "You're just a man, Player, perhaps more insufferable than most, but I'm certain I can make you crack too."
She just said this with a confidence I didn't suspect she had. "You think a little bird who fell from mommy and daddy's nest can turn me on?" I mock.
Dixie moves closer until her breasts brush against my chest. Breathily, she murmurs, "A guy is still a guy..."
"Meaning what?"
Her eyes sparkle when she retorts, "That you think with your dick instead of your brain, and you'll be eating out of my hand before you even realize it."
I'm left speechless. Did she really just say that? Without giving me time to reply, she walks around me and goes to thecommon area couch, where she curls up in the corner and opens a thick book.
The desire to throw one last provocation at her doesn't leave me, and when I reach my door, I turn around to say, "I'm going to jerk off tonight, Alabama, and you won't have anything to do with it."
"Great. Have fun, and don't forget to say hello to your right hand for me." She gives me a little nod accompanied by a disdainful smile. Suddenly, I imagine taking her on that couch and pounding her wildly until she can't take it anymore. Yes, I would fuck her so hard that she'd swallow all her sharp comebacks.
Dixie ignores me to dive back into her books, and I slam my room door behind me and pushing my pants down. When I grip my erection, I can't help but visualize my new roommate's body.
Damn it! That's exactly what I said I would never do!
