Page 1 of Savage in the Sheets
Jenna
“Ihate you!”
“Again, I don’t see how I had anything to do with Arnold’s pick—”
“You liked that trashy bimbo with the big, blonde hair and fake boobs!”
“I did enjoy some of her segments—”
“And because of people like you, Ryanne is being sent home. She’s an executive at only twenty-six—TWENTY-SIX!!!”
“You do realize this wasn’t a viewer vote sendoff,” Wes says, way too logically for my liking. “Arnold picked—”
“Which one, Wes!” I gesture wildly to the screen. “Which one would you rather fuck?”
Weston blinks, his mouth falling ajar. My cheeks turn red as I suddenly realize just how childish I’m being, but at this point, it’s a hill I might as well die on.
“Which one?” I emphasize the words pointedly.
Weston looks down guilty. “Bianca…”
I launch a pillow at his face. “I knew it—I knew it!”
He holds up his hands in fake surrender. “To be honest, I don’t even like her fake boobs. She just seems easygoing.”
“Easygoing?”
“Yeah. She’s the kind of girl that when eleven o’clock rolls around, she dares you to take one more shot. Ryanne…well, I’m pretty sure she’s in bed by nine.”
“Because she makes good life decisions!”
“Yes, because she has her shit together.” Weston rakes his long fingers through his shaggy, dark hair. “I’m willing to bet Arnold isn’t looking to settle down. Look at him.” He points to the television. “He’s twenty-three and obviously works out several times a week. The show is called Tempt Me, not Date Me, not Marry Me—Tempt Me. Bianca is both tempting and perfect for a week-long fling.”
“We areneverwatching this together again,” I insist, folding my arms over my chest.
“That’s fine by me,” he says smugly. “We can go back to that garage makeover show.”
I frown. “That was boring.”
Weston turns off the television. “Then we watch, nothing and just sit around, enjoying each other’s company.”
Feeling foolish, I give him my most pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “Sorry about my outburst.”
“It’s okay. To tell you the truth, this was way better than the whole Kate-Juliet argument we had when we binge-watched Lost.”
I chuckle. “Why would anyone want Kate over Juliet—she’s terrible!”
Weston rolls his eyes. “Want me to get you another beer?”
“Sure.”
As he goes to the kitchen, I’m left alone with my thoughts.
From the outside looking in, it may seems rather silly that I’m ranting about a reality show that certainly has no basis in reality.
But the thing is, this is very muchmyreality.
I’ve always been a too-smart-for-my-own-good go-getter. An overachiever to an obnoxious degree. Valedictorian. Bar exam acer.
