Page 120 of Power Move
“There are servicemen on literally every fucking surface, Eva. My brother’s stupid friends?—”
I sobbed. “You must hate me?—”
“I really, really don’t. I love you. I don’t want to fight. You can yell at me after you’ve rested but please go to sleep. I’ll sleep in my office.”
Davey scuttled off. I sobbed until falling asleep, waking to the smell of coffee. My eyes opened. It was nearly one and I had to pee like a racehorse. I wandered into the bathroom, finding Davey in the shower. He’d turned on the steam, casually whistling away like nothing was wrong. Men were dumb. Howcould he think everything was fine? Ignoring him and needing to go, I peed, and because I was saintly, didn’t flush.
I was washing my hands when I heard the shower turn off. I was ready to launch into a rant until a naked man—not the one I was presently with—appeared. This was Davey’s little brother.
“Oh, fuck. You reallyarepregnant!” Derrick declared.
I stood there in nothing but panties and one of Davey’s shirts while he was there buck naked and otherwise unfazed.What an asshole!Why would he think this was fine and not rush to at least pull on a towel? Also, how waseveryonein this family so fucking attractive? It made it worse. I turned away, facing the mirror, but couldn’t avoid him there. I rushed to the linen closet and threw two towels at him—as if more was better.
“Calm down!” He laughed.
“I’m standing here in panties and you’re naked. What the actual fuck?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. I didn’t see anything. Stop freaking out.”
“This is my room! You’re in MY room! Get out!”
“I still gotta shave! And it’s Davey’s room.”
“Get out! Fuck your shaving! Why couldn’t you?—”
“What is with all the shouting?” Davey appeared, looking miserable.
I almost felt bad for yelling at him.
“Your girlfriend is giving me the third degree!”
“He’s herenakedand I’m here in panties,” I finally pulled on my robe. “Ipeedin there thinking it was you in the shower. He comes walking out completely naked!”
“How was I supposed to know you were in here?”
“It’s my fucking room!”
“No, it’s Davey’s.”
“Hey! It’s her room, too. Not yours,” Davey said. “Jesus Christ, Derrick! What a great first impression you’ve made! Eva, this is my baby brother Derrick. Derrick the Fuckwit, this is my girlfriend, Eva.”
“Charmed,” I growled, annoyed.
“She’s pretty—even pregnant,” Derrick said. “Butdamnshe has a temper. Theydosay you marry your mother, though.”
“Oh god!” Davey said. “Fuck off! Why are you in here?”
“Bark puked in my shower and Scram was in the other shower.”
“Next time, fucking ask. Now, get dressed,” Davey insisted. “Go put on some clothes and get to work scrubbing the showers your friends destroyed.”
“Davey,” Derrick groaned. “Be cool, man.”
“Given that I just slept on the floor of my office due to your stupid plans, I have no more cool left. I amnotgetting sick because you all trashed the place.”
Derrick left.
“I’ll go,” I said.
