Page 33 of Smut

“Or you could just get a boyfriend.”

“Not interested.”

“Or a fuckbuddy.”

“Not interested,” I repeat.

“Eating carpet?” He snaps his fingers together. “Rio!”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Why does every fucking guy have to assume a girl is a lesbian because she’s single and not sleeping around? I don’t have to explain myself to you; you’re nothing but an alcoholic with a tarantula. Go ahead and think I’m a lesbian if it appeases your ego, I don’t care.”

“Touchy,” he surmises. “It’s okay. I get it. We all have our issues. I think yours is the fact that your eyelids are nearly glued shut.”

I ignore him. “Can we get back to work, because if not, I’m getting a cab back home.”

“All right, we’ll call a truce,” he says, holding out his hand, a sly gleam in his eyes. I don’t trust him at all but I’ll pretend in order to get this done. I shake his hand quickly.

We both sit down on the couch, me beside him this time and try to work through the changes to the chapters. We bounce ideas off of each other and even though I have Susan’s POV, which is as interesting as I want to make it, I can’t help but feel a bit envious over Blake. Not only does he have a phenomenal appreciation for Forrest’s character, but he’s got so much material to work with. His character is heavy, layered and complex and I can see the fever burning in Blake’s eyes as he discusses him, like he’s coming alive in ways I’ve never seen before. If I didn’t hate the guy so much, I think I might be getting a glimpse of the real him—and liking it.

But he still drives me mad and when we’re done for the night, he goes right back to pissing me off.

“Ali,” he says as we head for his door.

“What about her?”

He shrugs. “Not much, but she got to meet Fluffy.”

“Willingly?”

“He escaped. At a…bad…time.”

My skin prickles. I can only imagine. “Well I’m glad you’re telling me this now.” I grab the front door and rip it open, happily stepping into the hall where big hairy spiders aren’t potentially running amok. “No wonder she was so pissed at you in class the other day,” I say under my breath as we get in the elevator.

“Oh, she wasn’t pissed about that,” he says, folding his hands in front of him and staring up at the elevator lights as they go down. “It’s because I didn’t call her when I said I would.”

“Did you ever call her?” I ask.

He gives me a lazy grin in response.

“Once again, pig,” I tell him.

And just like before, the insult doesn’t seem to bother him. “They all know how they stand with me. I tell them from the beginning I’m just looking for a quick shag and nothing else. I can’t help it if they all start planning our futures together the minute I get them to come. Though perhaps I shouldn’t deliver so many orgasms in one session.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble to myself, shaking my head in disbelief as we head to his car.

“I joke about a lot of things, but not about sex.”

Then it’s too bad you don’t take the rest of your life as serious as your sex life, I think as we speed away through the dark streets.

But soon, he won’t be my problem anymore.

There’s some solace in that.

CHAPTER 6

Blake

“Something on your mind, bro?” Heath asks me, snapping me out of my haze.