𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟓𝟏. ✭ 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 ✭

After another second I make my feet move and follow after Brooks. He's walking down the hallway whistling to himself, quite arrogantly, I might add. The man just pinched my ass and walked off like that's just something someone does to a man like me. No one just pinches my ass.

"Excuse you," I call out to his fast-moving frame. He cocks a head over his shoulder and looks back at me with a smile and a wink, which had been my move as of late. "Hey!" He doesn't stop, he just keeps moving until he's right in front of our door before he can open it I turn him around. "You just grabbed my ass." I hold his eyes angrily and point a finger into his chest. "You don't just get to grab my ass." No man has ever grabbed my ass. Swung at me— yes. Tried to kill me— yes. Made sexual advances— never. Until now.

"No, this," he reaches out and clasps a handful of my ass and squeezes, hard, "is grabbing your ass." I push him back against the door hard enough for him to crash into it. The move had effectively broken his hold on my backside.

"You can't be doing shit like that."

"Why not?" He quirks a defiant brow.

"What? For obvious fucking reasons, that's why." Like the fact I'm not into guys. I'm not.

"You're the one who wanted me to touch you last night." He said in nonchalance, even giving me an offhanded gesture with, "what was it you said exactly a few minutes ago? Oh right. You were just 'curious'. Of what exactly?"

"I didn't mean touch me like that, in that way. I wasn't curious about that." But a realization dawns on me at the knowing look Brooks had given me in the locker room, the one he's giving me right now. "I didn't want you to touch me like that." I reiterated again, for him or for myself I'm not entirely sure. No more than a second later are his hands on me, flipping me around and slamming me up against the door, in a harsh and heated fashion. The action completely unexpected even more so when he touches the bare skin of my abdomen.

"Like this, then?" His flattened palm traces up my body which has me tensing, holding his fervent stare with uncertainty. "Or did you mean like this?" His hand slowly makes its' way down but before it can get to anywhere of much significance the solid piece of wood that is the door behind me disappears. I don't have time to catch my footing because the weight of Brooks' body is pressing against mine. I crash onto the floor with Brooks landing directly on top of me.

"Fuck!" I call out because my head smacks the granite floor, making my vision go blurry for a second. I reach behind my head and rub. "What the hell, Dani?" I ask when I can finally see her standing next to the door, mouth agape as she eyes the two of us.

"You're asking me what the hell? Uhm," she gestures to Brooks and me, "what the hell is that all about?" Brooks quickly scrambles off of me and stands up. He offers me a hand but I smack it away.

"What is what about?" I asked, feigning to not be aware of the compromising situation he and I had just been in as I stand.

"Well it sure as hell would've appeared like Brooks was just feeling you up in the hallway." I purse my lips and look toward the door, eyeing the peephole. Fuck. "Are the two of you..."

"No." Brooks is quick to answer. "Torey is just questioning some things right now." I shoot him a glare for voicing my internal debate.

There's nothing to debate... Right.

"Don't speak for me." I manage to grit out, feeling a wave of uneasiness flow through me. "It was nothing but your boyfriend over here wanting to feel me up and grab my ass like a perv. That's about the extent of it." I watch Brooks' brows pull together at that. He looks disappointed but about what exactly I can't be sure. "Anyway, I need a fucking shower." I stalk off to my bedroom, leaving the two of them behind me.