The four behind us had fal en silent, listening to this little interchange. Then they caught up.
“That’s Wal banger?” Sophia screeched.
“Wait a minute, that’s Pink Nightie Girl?” Neil laughed, and Mimi and Ryan snorted.
My face flamed bright red as I processed this information, and Simon’s sneer became that damnable smirk I’d seen that night in the hal way—
when I’d banged on his door and made him quit giving it to the Giggler and yel ed at him. When I’d been wearing…
“Pink Nightie Girl. Pink Nightie Girl!” I choked out, beyond pissed. Beyond angry. Wel into Furious Town. I stared at him, pouring al of my
tension into that one look. Al of the sleepless nights and lost Os and cold showers and banana thrusting and merciless wet dreams went into that
one look.
I wanted to level him with my eyes, make him beg for mercy. But no…Not Simon, Director of the International House Of Orgasms.
He
Was
Stil
Smirking.
Chapter Six
WE STOOD STARING AT EACH OTHER, waves of anger and annoyance pinging back and forth between us. We glared, he with the smirk and me with the sneer,
until I noticed that our very own peanut gal ery had fal en silent again, along with every other guest in the kitchen. I looked past my neighbor and saw
Jil ian standing with Benjamin with an inquisitive look on her face—no doubt wondering why her protégé was squaring off in the middle of her
housewarming.
Wait a minute—how the hel did she know Simon? Why was he even here?
I felt a tiny hand on my shoulder and spun quickly to see Mimi.
“Easy, Trigger. You don’t need to go nuclear at Jil ian’s, ’kay?” she whispered, smiling shyly at Simon. I tossed her a look and turned back to
him, finding him joined by our hosts.
“Caroline, I didn’t realize you knew Simon. What a smal world!” Jil ian exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
“I wouldn’t say I know him, but I’m familiar with his work,” I replied through clenched teeth. Mimi danced in a circle around us like a little kid with
a secret.
“Jil ian, you won’t believe this but—” she started, her voice bubbling over with barely concealed mirth.
“Mimi…” I warned.
“Simon is Simon from next door! Simon Wal banger!” Sophia cried, grasping Benjamin’s arm. I’m sure she only did it so she could touch the
Benjamin.
“Dammit,” I breathed as Jil ian took in this information.
“No fucking way,” she breathed, hand clapping over her mouth as she dropped the f-bomb. Jil ian always tried to be such a lady. Benjamin
looked confused, and Simon had the decency to blush a little.
“Asshole,” I mouthed to him.
“Cockblocker,” he mouthed back, the smirk returning in ful force.
I gasped. I clenched my fists and prepared to tel him exactly what he could do with his cockblocker when Neil burst in.
“Benjamin, check this out—this little hottie here is the Pink Nightie Girl! Can you stand it!” He laughed as Ryan struggled to keep a straight
face. Benjamin’s eyes widened, and he raised an eyebrow at me. Simon swal owed a laugh.
“Pink Nightie Girl?” Jil ian asked, and I heard Benjamin lean in and tel her he’d explain later.
“Okay, that’s it!” I shouted and I pointed at Simon. “You. A word, please?” I barked and grabbed him by the arm. I yanked him outside and
pul ed him down one of the paths that led away from the house. He scrambled along after me, my heels ringing out angrily on the flagstone.
“Jesus, slow down, wil you?”
My response was to dig my nails into his arm, which made him yelp. Good.
We reached a little enclave set away from the house and the party—far enough away that no one would hear him scream when I removed his
bal s from his body. I released his arm and rounded on him, pointing a finger in his surprised face.
“You’ve got some nerve tel ing everyone about me, asshole! What the hel ? Pink Nightie Girl? Are you kidding me?” I whisper-yel ed.
“Hey, I could ask you the same question! Why do al those girls in there cal me Wal banger, huh? Who’s tel ing tales now?” he whisper-yel ed
right back.
“Are you kidding me? Cockblocker? Just because I refused to spend another night listening to you and your harem does not make me a
cockblocker!” I hissed.
“Wel , due to the fact that your door-banging blocked my cock, it actual y does make you a cockblocker. Cockblocker!” he hissed back. This
entire conversation was beginning to sound like something that might have happened in fourth grade—except for al the nighties and the cock talk.