“Sure.” I grab her hand and take her into the bathroom. I snag one of the many unopened spares from under the sink and hand it to her. She examines it. I know the question she wants to ask.

“The guys have a lot of guests. We try to be hospitable.”

“The guys?” She gazes up at me, wanting me to give her some reassurance. I can’t. Wouldn’t want her getting too comfortable.

“Yes, Elizabeth. Occasionally, our female visitors spend the night after we fuck their brains out.” I might be a bit harsh, but we aren’t playing house here. She needs to know who I am. I can’t have her thinking she’s special. “Do you need to read my reviews on scoreyourscore.com again?” I don’t wait for her to reply before I leave.

I toss the water and protein bar on my desk before lying back down on top of the covers. She tiptoes back into my room. It’s the lion’s den and she’s trying not to wake the beast. She’s scared of me. It’s shitty, but necessary.

“I’m sorry. About last night. I shouldn’t have…” Her voice is shaky. Embarrassment is pouring out of her. She’s tugging at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it as far down her thighs as the fabric will stretch. Her eyes are locked on her feet that are drawing little circles on my carpet. I prop myself up on my elbows and face her. She freezes in place, a deer in headlights.

“You shouldn’t have what?” I ask without an ounce of forgiveness. “Come to my party? Gotten shit-faced? Ripped my curtains off the wall? Almost flashed my teammates? Slept in my bed?”

She cringes at my words.

“Right. Sorry about all of that.” She darts her gaze around the room, anywhere but on me.

“Your dress is on a hook in the closet.” I motion to the small closet door across the room. She grabs her dress and the sneakers on the floor next to it. She walks backward toward the bedroom door, afraid to turn her back on me.

“Going somewhere?” I ask, sprawled out on the bed.

“To the bathroom. I’ll change and get out of your hair.”

“The bathroom?” I ask with a laugh. “You realize I’m the one who put you in that shirt last night, right? You can lose the modesty. I’ve seen it all before.”

That pisses her off.

I can see the change in her entire demeanor as Ms. Feisty comes out to play. Her eyes go wide and wild. Her nostrils flare. She pulls her shoulders back and stands tall, putting her tits on display. My dick appreciates the show.