Page 101 of Trust Me
An hour later,I get out of the shower to a text telling me that we’re about to have company in ten minutes.
I toss the phone on the nightstand closest to the door.
“What are you doing?” Riley asks as she enters the bedroom.
“Getting ready for bed. I have a five a.m. alarm set, and a breakfast meeting at eight o’clock.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I mean, why does it look like you’re getting ready to get comfortable inmybed.”
“Because I am. This is something we’ll have to change, by the way. I like my beds bigger than this.”
“Then you should go stay at your bed in your own home.”
“Is that anyway to make your new husband feel welcome?”
“I have a few ways I can think of to make you feel comfortable,” she says, anger in her words.
Yet, I can’t help fucking with her.
“Sounds tempting. What did you have in mind?”
“How about a swift kick in the ass?” she seethes.
“Sounds fun but too much trouble. How about you turn around and show me your ass? I have something I can stick up there.”
“Grrr!” She growls in frustration at the same time she launches one of her fifty pillows at me.
I catch it with ease. That only angers her more if the way she stomps her foot is an indication.
“Why would you even want to share your bed with someone like me? Don’t you think I’m some sort of awful person?”
“Awful person or not, you’re still my fucking wife.”
“Not by choice,” she yells.
“You had a choice.”
“Right,” she scoffs. “Marry you or go to jail. Oh, and jeopardize the safety of the most important person in my life. Great choice.”
“It was a choice nonetheless.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
“You already have, Riley,” I remind her.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Not anymore.” She gathers an armful of pillows and then snatches the comforter off of the bed.
I barely bite back my laugh when she gets tangled up in the blanket, stumbles, and almost falls.
“Get off of me,” she hisses when I reach out to steady her. She snatches away from me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, although I know the answer.
“This is not the only bedroom in here. If you won’t leave, I will.”
She starts to stomp down the hall. I follow her.
She’s mumbling something about me being a pain in the ass when the front door opens.