Page 47 of Triple Play
Grant glares at me. “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying. Living with an attractive woman who walks around in those tiny shorts—” I gesture to Elise. “It’s cruel and unusual punishment.”
Her face goes scarlet. “Oh my—”
“I’m horny, okay? There. I said it.” I throw my hands up. “Someone had to.”
“Nobody had to,” Grant growls.
“I disagree. Honesty is important in a household.” I look at Wyatt. “Back me up here.”
Wyatt takes another drink and sets his beer down carefully. “It’s been so long I’ve forgotten what sex feels like.”
I bark out a laugh. “See? Wyatt gets it.”
“That’s not what I—” Wyatt stops. Shrugs.
Elise is covering her face with her hands, but she’s laughing. I can hear it.
“You’re all twisted, you know that?” Her voice is muffled.
“Twisted? I prefer ‘emotionally honest.’” I spear a piece of red pepper. “Besides, we all signed that contract under duress. I think we’re entitled to complain about it.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Grant says.
“I’m being realistic.” I point my fork at him. “You’re just better at repressing things. It’s not healthy, by the way. You should talk to someone about that.”
“Dickson—”
“I want to fuck Elise.”
The words come out before I can stop them. Too loud. Too honest.
The table goes silent.
Wyatt freezes mid-drink. Elise’s eyes go huge. Grant’s hand curls into a fist on the table.
I should take it back. Laugh it off. Pretend I was joking.
I don’t.
“There. I said it.” I meet Grant’s glare head-on. “I want to fuck our roommate. I think she’s gorgeous and smart, and I can’t stop thinking about her. So yeah, I’m struggling with Carol’s rules.”
Grant stands. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“Away from this conversation.”
“Why? Because I’m being honest?”
“Because you’re being an idiot.” His voice is low. Dangerous. “She’s our roommate.”
“So?”
“So you don’t—” He stops. His jaw works. “You just don’t.”
“Don’t what? Want her? Too late. Already do.”
