Page 28 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

“No, you didn’t. No frickin’ way. Or if you did, you didn’t make it clear enough. Total douche move, Josh Faraday.”

“What are you talking about? What’s a total douche move?”

She waggles her finger at me. “I should have known with that whole ‘Mickey Mouse roller coaster’ thing. Douchey. I should have listened to my Scooby Doo senses. ”

“What the fuck are you talking about? It’s douche-y that I had sex with Jen?”

“No. That you had sex with a girl who obviously wants a relationship and then left her hanging. That’s douche-y.”

“Oh, and I assume you sat Cameron Schulz down right after you fucked him and told him he has zero chance with you?”

“Well, not then and there, no. I’m not that heartless.

But, yeah, I told him later when he called, very clearly, that I wasn’t feeling it .

But maybe, now that I think about it, that was a mistake on my part.

Maybe I should have said yes when he asked to see me again because a) he’s not a douche, and b) I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but he’s the shortstop for the goddamned Mariners ! ”

I roll my eyes. “Gimme a fucking break. You’d rather scratch your eyes out than go out with that tool again—unless, of course, you suddenly have a huge craving for Shirley Temples.”

“Maybe I do,” she seethes. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want right now, come to think about it—a nice, sweet guy who actually respects women and doesn’t fuck any mean bitch who happens to have a great rack—and, did I mention?—who happens to be the shortstop for the goddamned fucking Mariners!”

“I respect women,” I say lamely.

“Maybe this is exactly the wake-up call I needed,” she huffs. She waves her arms at me in a bizarre little frenzy like she’s a magician on meth trying to make me disappear, and then she turns back around and begins stomping away from me again.

“ Goddammit, Kat ,” I say. “Stop.”

She stops and whirls around, glaring at me.

“What are we fighting about?” I ask earnestly. “I’m totally confused.”

She doesn’t reply. She whirls away from me, again, and saunters away, once again mesmerizing me with the stomping motion of her incredible ass.

“Kat,” I bellow. “You’re a fucking train wreck. Chill the fuck out and listen to me.”

She turns back around to face me and crosses her arms over her spectacular chest. “ What ?”

I know we’re supposedly in the middle of a heated conversation right now—maybe even a fight—about what I’m not entirely sure because I can’t figure out exactly what I’ve done wrong and why she’s reacting this way—but the truth is I can’t stop looking at her insane body.

It’s as gorgeous as her face. She’s perfection from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

Jesus. She’s not an eleven like I previously thought—she’s a fucking twenty — way hotter than Bridgette, and Bridgette’s a fucking supermodel, for fuck’s sake.

“ What ?” Kat repeats, tapping her toe.

I swallow hard. “You were gonna fuck me in the pool?”

“What?” She scoffs. “ No . You wish.”

“You told Jen we were just about to fuck in the pool.”

She rolls her eyes. “I just said that to piss off your nasty little bitch of a fuck buddy. I’d never be just another ride on your freaking ‘Mickey Mouse roller coaster.’ Hell no.

I’m officially done with that. Starting now.

” Those perfect tits of hers are rising and falling sharply with her rage.

Fuck, she’s turning me on so much, I can’t think straight.

“What the fuck are you so pissed about?” I ask. “I told you I fucked Jen in New York and you didn’t give a shit. I didn’t know she was gonna be here tonight—I wasn’t the one who invited her. So what the fuck’s made you so goddamned mad?”

She presses her lips together, her cheeks rising with color.

I chuckle. “Oh man.” I smile broadly, realization descending upon me.

“You’re so jealous, you can’t see straight,” I say.

“Miss I’d-Only-Be-Jealous-If-You-Were-My-Boyfriend is so fucking jealous, she’s about to explode.

” I take a cautious step toward her and she takes a step back like a skittish pony.

“Aw, come on, Party Girl. Tell the truth. You’re jealous as shit.

” I smirk. “Come on, babe. We’re telling the truth tonight, remember—we’re playing the honesty-game? ”

“Well, one of us is, anyway,” she says, taking another step back. “And one of us is full of shit . I’ll leave it to you to decide which of us is which.”

I laugh. “You’re insane right now. Certifiably insane.” I bite my lip. “But I guess that’s what jealousy will do to a woman, huh?”

She scowls.

“You were totally gonna fuck me in the pool just now, and you know it.”

She shakes her head, but her eyes tell me I’m right .

“You wanna talk about who’s full of shit?

You don’t give a shit about my stupid application—that’s all an act.

All you care about is feeling my hard cock deep inside you—nice and deep, making you come like I did in the club, only even harder.

” I take another slow step toward her, and to my surprise, she doesn’t back up this time.

Oh shit, her nipples are hard little pebbles behind her skimpy lace bra.

“Aw, poor little Party Girl,” I coo at her.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, just thinking about my hard cock inside you is making you drip down your thigh . ” I point.

She jerks her head down to look between her thighs. “ No . That’s just water from the pool, you sicko.”

I laugh. “Oh no, it’s not. It’s your juices. You’re dripping wet for me, aching for me so bad it hurts.”

“Screw you,” she mutters. She wheels around and marches emphatically down the hallway toward the private elevator, throwing her sequined dress over her head as she goes. She gets tangled in her dress briefly while it’s over her head and walks smack into the wall with a loud thud.

I grimace for her. “Ouch. You okay, babe?”

She bounces off the wall and wobbles for a moment in place and then yanks her dress firmly over her head and onto her tight little frame.

“I’m fine ,” she says emphatically. She pulls her wet hair out from the back of her dress and smooths her dress over her hips, her face the picture of pure defiance.

I laugh. She’s so fucking cute right now, she’s killing me.

“It’s not funny,” she huffs.

“I’m going back into Reed’s suite to get my clothes and your shoes and purse and then we’re going back to our hotel and we’re gonna fuck.”

Her lips part with surprise.

“No more terrorist bullshit,” I say firmly.

“No more demanding my fucking application. I’m gonna fuck you and make you come so hard, you’re gonna cry.

If you think you’re dripping down your thigh now, just wait ’til I get through with you.

” I begin to turn cautiously away from her, not sure if my skittish pony is gonna stay or run, and she bangs the call button for the elevator, flashing me blazing eyes.

“Don’t do it, Kat,” I say. “ Wait here .”

“You’re not my boyfriend—and I’m obviously not your girlfriend any more than Jen is. And, yes, I do demand your application before you can do a goddamned thing to me—even kiss me. So there.” She sticks out her tongue.

“Real mature,” I say, my heart suddenly pounding. Shit. She can’t really be serious about going down to the casino floor without me, can she? “I mean it, Kat. Stay here. I can’t go down there like this.” I motion to my wet briefs.

“Hmmph.”

The doors to the private elevator open and she glares at me, her eyes on fire.

“Kat. I can’t go down into the casino wearing nothing but wet underwear and a hard dick. Don’t go.”

She sticks her tongue out again.

I roll my eyes. “Kat, I promised Jonas I wouldn’t leave your side tonight. Please stop acting like a fucking toddler.”

She steps inside the elevator, smirking. “Sucks to be you. Hopefully, your crazy-ass brother won’t beat your ass too hard for breaking your promise to him.” She waves. “ Ciao, motherfucker .”

“Kat. Stop . Don’t you dare fucking leave me right now.”

Her pout turns into a diabolical smile. “‘Don’t you dare’? Ha! Just a tip, Jess ,” she says. “Never use that threat with me—it’ll backfire every freaking time.” The doors begin closing. “I hate that, Jess. I really do.” She waves as the doors close on her smug face and, just like that, she’s gone.

“Goddammit, Stubborn Kat!” I scream out loud in the empty hallway.

I make a long, exasperated sound like a pot about to boil, and then I turn and sprint back into Reed’s suite (which isn’t a pleasant thing to do with a raging hard-on, I gotta say), muttering words like “terrorist” and “fucking” and “crazy” and “bullshit” and “so fucking hot I wanna punch a goddamned wall” to myself as I go.