Staying away from Lisa wasn't exactly easy since we were living under the same roof. Even if he attempted to keep his distance, we were still bumping into each other. He also avoided eye contact with me but that only made me more fascinated with him.
Two days later after our talk on the beach, I stepped into the kitchen after eating my peanut butter sandwich and was greeted by yet another half naked female. Her hair was a mess but even in it's unbrushed state she was attractive. I hated girls like that.
The girl turned to look at me. Her surprised expression quickly switched to annoyed. She batted both of her brown eyes and then placed a hand on her hip. "Did you just come out of the pantry?"
"Yes. Did you just come out of Lisa's bed?" I replied. It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Lisa had already informed me that his sex life was not my business. I needed to shut up.
The girl raised both her perfectly plucked eyebrows and then an amused grin crossed her lips. "No. Not that I wouldn't get in his bed if he'd let me but don't tell Bambam that." She waved a hand as if to shoo away a fly. "Never mind. He probably already knows."
I was confused. "So, you just got out of Bambam's bed?" I asked realizing that once again this was not my business. But Bambam didn't live here so I was curious.
The girl ran her hand through her messy mop of brown curls and sighed. "Yep. Or at least his old bed."
"His old bed?" I repeated.
Movement in the doorway caught my attention and my eyes locked with Lisa's. He was watching me with a smirk on his lips. Great. He'd heard me prying. I wanted to look away and pretend like I hadn't just asked the girl if she'd been in his bed. The knowing gleam in his eyes told me it was no use.
"Please don't let me stop you, Jennie. Continue to give Bambam's guest the third degree. I'm sure he won't mind," Lisa drawled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe as if he was getting comfortable.
I ducked my head and walked over to the garbage to dust the bread crumbs from my fingers while I gathered my thoughts. I did not want to continue this conversation while Lisa listened. It made me seem all too interested in him. Something he did not want.
"Good morning, Lisa, thanks for letting us crash here last night. Bambam had drank entirely too much to drive all the way back to his place," the girl said.
Oh. So that's the story. Crap. Why had I let my curiosity get the best of me?
"Bambam knows he has a room when he wants it," Lisa replied. I could see him shove off from the doorframe and walk over to the counter from the corner of my eye. His attention was on me. Why couldn't he let this go? I would leave quietly.
"Well, uh, I guess I'll run back upstairs then," the girl's voice sounded unsure. Lisa didn't respond and I didn't look back at either of them. The girl took that as her cue to leave and I waited until I heard her footsteps on the stairs before glancing over at Lisa.
"Curiosity killed the kitty, sweet Jennie," Lisa whispered as he walked closer to me. "Did you think I'd had another sleep over? Hmmm? Trying to decide if she had been in my bed all night?"
I swallowed hard but didn't say anything.
"Who I sleep with isn't your business. Haven't we gone over this before?"
I managed to nod. If he would just let me go I'd never speak to another girl that showed up in his house.
Lisa reached out and wound a lock of my hair around his finger. "You don't want to know me. You may think you do but you don't. I promise."
