Monday, February 19 2018 / 8:38 pm
The door swings open, and the last person I expected to see is standing in the doorway.
Except this woman can’t be Tori. Tori is an awkward high schooler with braces, frizzy hair, and oversized clothes that don’t fit her body. The person standing before me is all woman. Her dark jeans make her legs look long as they hug over her curvy hips. Her gray V-neck accentuates her waist and cleavage, which shows just how much she has grown up since the last time I saw her. And her auburn hair shines as it frames her face, which is no longer covered in freckles and instead looks smooth and flawless.
Tori frowns when she sees me. “What are you doing here?”
I smirk. “I could ask you the same question.”
“I’m here to see my brother.” She places her hands on her hips, and her breasts automatically push up against her shirt.
My cock twitches at the sight.
I force my eyes to look into her deep brown eyes instead of at her breasts. I never thought that I would have that problem when it came to Tori. She’s my best friend’s little sister. We used to make her life miserable. I can’t fuck her and then leave her. Logan would kill me.
Her eyes darken as she glares at me and then down at the bag I’m carrying. “You’d better be taking that to a hotel.”
“I’m not staying at a hotel. I’m staying here. That way, I can get plenty of time to see Logan and torture you, just like old times.”
She narrows her eyes and steps forward, trying to intimidate me even though she is only half my size. “Then, you can sleep on the couch. And, as far as torturing me goes, that won’t be happening. I’m not the scrawny teenage girl I was before.”
I laugh as I look her up and down. “You might have filled out a little since the last time I saw you, but you still barely come up to my chest. I can torture you as much as I want, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”
Her nostrils flare, and her face turns bright red.
“I have an important meeting I need to get to in the morning. I really need to go to sleep. Give me the bedroom tonight, and maybe we can work something out tomorrow.” I wink at her.
Her eyes deepen, and I think I see a vein popping out of her head. She’s so angry with me.
“This is my room!”
“Who is the one who has to get up to go to work in the morning? From what I heard, it sure isn’t you. You can nap in my bed while I’m at work.”
“No. I’m not sleeping on the couch. You are.”
I laugh. “Oh, come on, Tori. You’re tiny. You can easily fit on the couch.”
“My name is Victoria, not Tori.”
I cock my head to the side and stare at her breasts. She’s right, a cute nickname like Tori just doesn’t cut it. “I can see that.”
She frowns but doesn’t cross her arms over her chest, like I expected. She doesn’t hide and cover her body. She points her finger toward the living room. “Enjoy the couch. I’ve heard it will give you one wicked neck- and backache in the morning.”
She turns and walks back into the bedroom. She grabs the door to slam it shut, but I grab it, stopping it just before it reaches the frame.
I push it back open and take a step forward so that I’m standing in the doorway, and my face is inches from hers. I watch as her breathing picks up. I watch her lick her lips, like she is preparing for me to kiss her. I watch her eyes deepen at the thought of what my body could do to her.
Victoria wants me. Badly. I always thought that she secretly had a crush on me when we were kids. She used to try to hide it, but I knew. But, now, she isn’t hiding it. Despite how much she hates me, she wants my body with the same passion.
Torturing her is going to be more fun than when we were kids.
“We could always share the bed.” I wink again.
The spell she’s under quickly breaks. “Out. Now.”
“Don’t make me slam your hand in this door.”
I laugh. “You couldn’t if you wanted to.”
She starts trying to push the door shut on my hand, but the door barely moves.
I raise an eyebrow, and she huffs but stops. In that second, I can see the adorable little girl she used to be.
“Can’t you be a gentleman for once in your life and let me sleep in the bed?”
“Really? You’re going to play the I’m a woman, so I deserve the bed card.”
“No, I’m playing the I was here first; I have equally important things that I need to be up for in the morning; yes, I’m a woman, so I’m held to a different standard than you; and I don’t want to have circles under my eyes from lack of sleep card.”
I pretend to consider what she is saying for a second. “Sorry, life ain’t fair.”
I step completely inside as she stumbles backward.
“Are you going to take your stuff and get out, or do we have to do this the hard way?” I ask.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I grin. “Hard way it is.”
I scoop up her duffel bag and throw it over my shoulder, and then I turn my attention to Victoria. She’s standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyebrows are raised, like she doesn’t believe I will actually force her out of this room. She’s forgotten what I’m like if she thinks I’m not going to do anything.
I walk over to her, bend down, and grab her ankles as I toss her over my shoulder.
Victoria screams and beats at my back as I carry her over my shoulder.
“Put me down! This is ridiculous!”
I don’t put her down. I carry her down the hallway, loving how it feels to control her like this and have her so close to me. She smells like the ocean. I can smell the salt in her hair as I hold her.
I toss her down onto the couch and drop her duffel bag next to her.
“You’re an asshole!”
I nod. “I’m an asshole who is about to get a very good night of sleep.”
She huffs. “You haven’t changed.”
I shrug. “Why mess with perfection?”
She shakes her head as she sits on the couch. I turn to walk back to the bedroom, but I already know what she’s going to do. She’s not going to give up this easily. At least the Tori I used to know wouldn’t.
I can hear her running after me, but I’m much faster than her. I always have been. I run into the bedroom before she even makes it to me. I stand in the doorway, marking my claim, as she stands in the hallway, breathing hard.
I smirk. “You’ll never win, Tori. You might as well give up.”
She sighs. “Fine. You win.” She throws up her hands in the air and starts walking back to the living room.
I watch her ass sway back and forth and then shut the door, happy with my victory. I don’t know why it’s so fun to tease Victoria, but it is. I love making her miserable. But I do really need to get a good night’s sleep so that I’m fresh for tomorrow.
I turn to grab my bag when I realize that I left it in the hallway. I open the door to get it and then freeze. My bag is no longer in the hallway.
I shake my head and smile just a little. I should have known that Victoria would pull something like this.
I walk down the hallway and find her standing in the only bathroom with the door open, her makeup and hair crap already spread all over the bathroom vanity, as she begins to tie her hair up into a ponytail.
“What did you do with my bag?”
“You lost your bag? That sucks.”
I frown. “No, I didn’t lose it. You took it.”
She purses her lips and scrunches her face, like she’s thinking real hard. “Nope. I don’t remember any bag. Sorry.”
She slams the bathroom door in my face before I have a chance to argue with her any further. I sigh. The apartment is tiny. Just two bedrooms, one bathroom, and an area that functions as the living room, kitchen, and dining room—combined. It can’t be that hard to find where she hid my bag.
But, after searching for twenty minutes, I can’t find it. And, now, I’m mad.
Victoria finally comes out of the bathroom. The makeup is gone from her face, her hair is up, and she is wearing flannel bottoms with a tank top and no bra. My eyes are glued to her hard nipples, which are pushing against the thin purple shirt.
She clears her throat, and I look up at her.
“Where is my bag, Tori? This is getting old.”
She smiles. “Give up the bed, and I’ll show you where your bag is.”
I laugh. “That’s not how this works. Tell me where my bag is.”
She smirks and brushes past me. “Good night, Carter.”
My bag has to be in the bathroom. I step inside and search for it, but I can’t find it. I take a deep breath as I step back out. It’s fine. Logan and I are close to the same size. I’ll just borrow a suit from him for tomorrow, and then I’ll find my bag after my meeting. I’m not going to let her get to me.
I find a spare toothbrush and brush my teeth, and then I head to bed. I remove my clothes and then climb into the queen-size bed. My body melts into the bed after a long day of traveling. She thinks she’s won by taking my clothes, but I would take this soft bed any day over that damn couch. Who cares that I don’t have any clothes?
Music starts blaring loudly down the hallway.
I groan. Really? That’s what she’s going to try?
She can’t sleep, so she’s going to try to keep me from sleeping as well. I laugh. The joke’s on her because I can sleep through anything. It’s a talent really.
I roll over and throw the covers over my head, knowing that I will be asleep in a few seconds—as soon as I can get Victoria out of my head. She’s started a war that I can’t wait to finish. She thinks I was cruel to her before. Well, she hasn’t seen anything yet. Because, now, I know her real weakness.
She wants my body. She wants me to fuck her. And I know exactly how to torture her and win this war.