4. Mila #3
“Yeah,” I said and grabbed my small suitcase.
“I’ll do that.” I walked toward the front door, feeling irritated, annoyed, and out of sorts.
Maybe this weekend wasn’t going to go as well as I’d hoped.
I wish I’d known that peroxide Barbie was going to be joining us.
I couldn’t imagine what Ryker saw in her.
She had no redeeming qualities, but then maybe the only quality she needed was to lie on her back and keep her mouth shut.
A dart of jealousy spread through me as I thought about Ryker and Barbie having sex.
I tried to shake the thought from my mind, as it made me want to throw up and die at the same time.
I didn’t want to think about Ryker with anyone else.
I knew he wasn’t a virgin; I knew he wasn’t saving himself for me, and I was okay with that.
But just the thought of him being with someone like her killed me.
Especially after having wanted him for so many years and saving myself for him.
“Wow,” Lara said, interrupting my thoughts as we watched Ryker bring in Barbie’s suitcase. I could feel my face turning red with anger, and even more with hate and jealousy, as I watched them talking and laughing together. “Let’s go grab our room.”
“Yeah,” I said, and we walked along the corridor. “I don’t know what he sees in her. She has no redeeming qualities.”
“Who is she, anyway?” Lara said. “Talk about a bimbo. I didn’t think she was his type.”
“I don’t know.” I sighed as we walked into the bedroom.
I closed the door behind us, locked it, and fell onto the bed with a groan.
“Do you think I should even go ahead with my plan this weekend? It seems like a waste of time. I don’t even know when I’m supposed to try and seduce him if she’s here. ”
“Girl, you have to go ahead with it,” Lara said and dropped down on the bed next to me. “Do you think Parker is going to bring someone as well?”
“I don’t know.” I turned to face her. “Are we the biggest idiots in the world?”
“Maybe.” She grinned, her smile a little sad. “We’ve been crushing on these guys forever and, well, I just don’t know that either of them has even noticed us.”
“I know.” I chewed on my lower lip. “I feel like, in their eyes, we’re always going to be the immature little girls that they remember from high school.”
“Yeah,” Lara said. “But at least you have a plan. Oh, yeah, I wanted to tell you what I did with Troy.”
“What do you mean, what you did?”
“Well, I?—”
Bang. Bang.
“Girls, you in there?” Ryker interrupted us with incessant knocking on the door.
“Yes,” I said, and Lara and I continued to lie on the bed and waited for what he was going to say next.
“I’m hoping you can tell me what room I should give Barbie.”
“Isn’t she sleeping in your room?” I said cattily.
“No,” he said simply, and I sat up, my eyes bright.
“No?” I shouted back, grinning down at Lara.
“That’s what I said. Mila, can you please come and open the door?” Ryker said, his voice annoyed.
“Coming.” I jumped off the bed and ran my hands through my hair, trying to make it a little bit more presentable. I looked at Lara and grinned before I walked to the door. “How can I help you, Ryker?” I asked as I opened the door and looked at him, my expression blank.
“Take me to my bed,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“What?” My heart started beating fast as I gazed into his devilish brown eyes.
Was he finally coming on to me? Without me having to wear my sexy suspender get-up?
“You want me to what?” I asked again, nervously licking my lips.
Yes, I wasn’t in my right mind. If I were thinking straight, I wouldn’t have actually thought Ryker was asking me to take him to his bed and ride him like the cowgirl I knew I could be.
“Take me.” He leaned forward and said even softer. His lips were a mere inch from mine, and I could see the brown speckles in his brown eyes as they danced in glee.
“Now?” I gulped.
“Yes, please,” he said, and I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. “I’m ready to go now.”
“Ready to go now?” I said, and I jumped when his finger landed on my cheek, lightly running toward my lips. Oh, my God, I swear I nearly came at his touch.
“Yes, please, Mila.” He grinned and stepped back. “I’d like to know where I’m sleeping tonight and so would Barbie.”
“Oh?” I said, feeling like a fool as I realized what he was saying. “But you know where to sleep.” And then I frowned. “And why aren’t you sharing a bed with Barbie?”
“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” he said as he stepped back, his eyes searching mine. “And I’m not sure your parents would appreciate Barbie and me sharing a bed.”
“Yeah, most probably not,” I said, though I wasn’t sure they would care, and they weren’t even going to be here. It was only me they seemed to worry about being proper.
“Okay, that’s good,” he said, then bent down to whisper into my ear, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone up too late.”
“Huh?” I said, my face burning. “What do you mean?”
“I mean the sounds of the mattress squeaking and the screams of passion and lust.”
“I don’t need to know about what you and Barbie will be doing,” I said with a frown and moved away from him.
“Who said I was talking about Barbie?” he said, and I gulped as his hand rested on my lower back. “I could be talking about any one of us, right?” he continued.
“Uh-huh,” I said and walked ahead of him, swinging my hips from side to side and hoping I looked sexy. I was going to show Ryker Walker that he wasn’t the only one who could be a tease. Before this weekend was done, he was going to be begging me to take him in more ways than one.