Cocky Roomie_ A Bad Boy Romance Novel(30)
Justin announces, “From the spit-take, I’d say that’s a YES.”
“No. It’s a no. I haven’t touched her.”
Honestly surprised, Jason takes over and demands, “What? Why not!?”
I’m a good liar.
Justin says, too loudly, “If it were me I’d be hitting that every night and not coming up for air until she begged me for sleep.”
I glare at him. “Stop thinking about that.”
“You can’t control what I think, Jake. What? I can’t think about fucking your roommate?” He leans in, daring me to punch him.
“NO, you fucking can’t,” I growl, leaning toward him. “So just get it out of your head!”
He holds my look and for a second I think it’s on. But then he smacks my shoulder in a friendly way and leans back, grinning over to his twin. “See, Jason? I told you! He likes her. God, you’re so easy to play, Jake, you know that?”
I glare at him. “Fuck you.” I glance to Jenny as she sets down a new drink for me. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Try to drink that one, ‘kay?” She smiles from me to Jason where she pauses a long moment, then leaves to help other customers.
Still irritated, I rake my eyes over the Atlanta skyline that’s glittering in the background, just over the patio. It’s a nice night, but it’s packed out there. We prefer sitting at the bar. Especially when Jason is banging the girl behind it.
“You like her, Jake,” Jason says, appearing serious, but who the fuck knows, right? “Why aren’t you doing anything about it?”
“I’m not falling into this trap again. You’re not going to get a rise out of me again tonight, so let’s just change the subject.”
“I’m really asking, Jake.”
I exhale and stare at him before I shrug, “She wants different things. And she’s eight years older.”
“Hot,” Justin mutters. “Why do you have a problem with that? Younger girls can be a pain in the ass.”
I huff, “The age difference doesn’t bother me, Justin, but it bothers her.”
He informs me, “Tell her Susan Sarandon was eight years older than Tim Robbins.”
“Didn’t last,” Jason reminds him.
“It lasted like fifteen years,” I say.
“Twenty, I think,” Justin says, then thinks about it. “Something like that. Then she dated some guy thirty years younger than her.”
“Total fucking douche,” Jason mutters.
“And Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell!” Justin says, poking my chest. “Tell her about them. She’s eight years older. They’re still together.”
“Tina Turner and that guy…can’t remember his name,” Jason says, thinking. “Sixteen years older. And they look happy.”
Justin leans in again, this time as serious as his brother. “The list goes on and on. I’m just saying, you like her. She’s a sweetheart. It doesn’t have to be forever. Show her some things. I guarantee she’ll thank you for it.”
Jason mutters, “Jesus, you’re an asshole.”
“What?” Justin asks him. “That girl blushes. She fucking blushes. She hasn’t seen her way around the right bed. Is she a virgin or what the hell?”
“Married,” I mutter. “One guy.”
“And she’s thirty-one?”
“You don’t know how old I am? Or did you forget how to count?”
“Whatever. Thirty-three. Only one guy her whole life. This is what I’m saying, she needs to learn what it’s all about.”
Jason starts laughing. Jason and I look at him and say at the same time, “What?”
“If that’s what she needs, she’s rented the right room.” He downs his whiskey and sets the empty glass down. Before calling Jenny over, he says to me, “If you don’t do it, I’m sure Justin will. Hey, beautiful! Can I have another?”
“You got it, handsome,” Jenny calls back.
With my eyes locked on Justin’s, I tell him firmly, “Don’t even think about it, Jus. I’m not kidding.”
He chuckles. “Better make a move, Jake. Just sayin’.”
“You better be fucking with me right now.”
“I probably am.”
“Probably?”
“Yep.”
I glare at him. Jenny interrupts just in time to see me jump off my barstool so fast it falls over. “I’m outta here. Jenny, Justin’s buying.”
Jason calls after me, “You’re not driving like this!”
“I’m takin’ an Uber,” I shout, pushing everyone out of my way.