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His eyes narrow as he observes me, and I add, "Are you planning to stand there all night?"
"Little Dixie having night terrors?" he fires back immediately. "Don't tell me you had a bad nightmare. "
His smug expression and condescending tone get on my nerves. I blink several times while trying to control my breathing to stay calm in front of him. The memories of my interrupted dream resurface: Player was in it, so yes, you could say it was a nightmare.
Oblivious to the turn my thoughts have taken, my new floor mate continues, "Do you need your mommy to come tuck you in? Or your daddy to check there's no monster hiding under your bed?"
"If there's a monster around, we should probably look in your direction!" I shoot back. Then, as if there were a spring attached to my ass , I jump up with the intention of heading to my room.
"Ouch! You're so harsh with me!" he replies. But the expression on his face contradicts his words. He's neither offended nor hurt, in fact, he seems almost... amused?
What is his problem, anyway? I can't figure him out, but actually, I don't care. I have no desire to understand him. It's late, I'm exhausted, and this guy is a stranger to me. Player can think whatever he wants about me; it doesn't affect me.
"Oh, I know!" he adds, continuing his tirade. He makes a theatrical pause, and I wonder why I'm still standing here instead of having slammed my bedroom door in his face. Ignoring the nuisance, I head toward my room, but Player isn't finished with me. "You lost your teddy bear and couldn't sleep without it!"
I glance at him over my shoulder. A strange gleam shines in his eyes, unless fatigue is making me imagine things that don't exist...
I think about the little teddy bear that accompanies me everywhere and is currently at the bottom of my suitcase. Hecan't possibly know about that! My cheeks warm , and I hope Player doesn't notice, or that he attributes it to the irritation he's causing .
"Don't you have anything better to do at this hour of the night?" I throw back.
He leans against his bedroom door frame nonchalantly. "I already got my kicks tonight, but I thought I wouldn't stop there. I'm never against a little midnight snack."
I frown, not sure exactly what he's getting at. His wolf-who-swallowed-grandma look triggers disturbing alarms in me. What if Player is actually hitting on me?
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The lost expressionon Dixie's face satisfies me to the highest degree. This girl gets on my nerves, and I don't know if it's due to her personality or the fact that I need to blow off some steam.
The curvaceous brunette pivots on her heels to face me again. Despite the fact that we're in the middle of the night, she still has enough wit to throw at me, "One minute you're treating me like a child, then you're making sexual innuendos. You need to make up your mind, Player. Am I a kid or am I a woman? What's your choice?"
She crosses her arms over her chest waiting for my answer. I look her up and down with deliberate slowness. In my eyes, her figure is perfect— she has generous hips and breasts, her long hair sweeps almost to her lower back, and an image of me wrapping it around my fist while taking her from behind flashes through my mind.
I don't let myself go down that dangerous slope. Dixie is just a kid, a naive little thing who probably dreams of Prince Charming and all that bullshit. This simple thought makes me give a disdainful smirk. "You don't know anything about life, Dixie."
Her eyes flash when she retorts, "Oh, because you, the great Player, know more? Don't make me laugh!" In fact, she lets out a little snicker that's about as pleasant to my ears as nails on a chalkboard. "You think you're above everyone else, Player. And you want to know what? I couldn't care less. All I want is to see you as little as possible."
The way she stands up to me both stimulates and annoys me. "Then you'd better sleep in your own room from now on."
"That's exactly what I plan to do!"
We face off, neither of us ready to give in first.
I'm painfully aware of her chest rising and falling. I'm certain her breasts would fit perfectly in my palms, a thought that resonates with my cock as it twitches.
Damn it!
I let out a growl before turning on my heel and rushing into my room, slamming the door behind me. The last thing I need is to get hard because of Dixie.
Fuck! Anything but that!
Sitting on my bed, my gaze wanders around the room. The twin bed next to mine is still empty, and I know it will stay that way—it was one of my requirements when coming here. My father did what was necessary to make it happen.
I find myself staring at the bedroom door thinking about the girl who just drove me crazy. Am I the dark jerk she thinks I am?
I pull myself together. Why should her opinion matter to me? I don't give a damn about this girl and what she feels, just like I don't care what she thinks of me.
