No one needs that many hookups!
Not even soon to be major league pitcher, Theo Von Bremen.
So, I help him by routinely thinning out his contact list—because I’m the best roommate ever. And he’s optimal baby daddy material.
For me—not Amanda 1, 2, or 3.
But since the man can’t take a hint; I’ll continue to spray his sheets with my perfume and accidentally leave my panties in his laundry.
That has to be enough to break a man eventually. Right?
*This novella is a prequel to Commander in Briefs featuring Aniston and Theo.
I wake with a start.
Giggling is coming from the living room.
I’m not a psycho.
I know it’s irrational. Trust me, I’ve been in this situation time and time again.
It never gets any easier.
Climbing out of the bed, I tell my rational self to fucking chill. Just because Theo spent the afternoon with me, holding me in his arms and dragging those long fingers down my spine does not mean he can’t get a quickie in our living room.
I mean, I’ve seen it before.
Many, many times.
So why I am shucking off my pants, leaving myself in his T-shirt and underwear, as I head out into the open area?
Because I’m a closet asshole.
“Don’t mind me.” I wave off, covering one side of my face in a show of giving them privacy. “I just need to use the bathroom.”
It could be true.
“Oh God, I forgot you had a roommate,” the girl of the night adds.
I drop my hand so I can glare at her when I catch Theo’s gaze in the lamp light. His cheek twitches as he peels himself off the bottled blonde. He scratches the side of said cheek with his middle finger, and I almost smile.
But Barbie interrupts me. “I bet you’ll be so happy to get your own place.”
My eyes scan for something to throw at her, but I see Theo shake his head.
Whatever. I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life.
I forge down the hall and act like she isn’t shirtless and stroking my man’s leg like she’s about to pounce.
I march my petty ass straight into our shared bathroom and grab a pair of panties—not the crime scene ones—and a bottle of perfume, and head into Von Bremen’s room where I proceed to spritz the ever-loving fuck out of his navy sheets.
And when I think I have them completely saturated, I shove my undies under his pillow for good measure.
Two can play this game, Barbie.
He will be relieved to have his own place, my toned ass.
You have no idea the shit I do for this man.