Page 10 of Big D!ck Energy

Kelsie and Brooke exchanged a look.

“What?” My brows furrowed.

Kelsie held up her hands. “Nothing. It's just... that's a pretty bold thing to say to someone you supposedly can't stand.”

“It's psychological warfare. He's trying to throw me off.”

“Is it working?” she asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I am completely fine. I am the finest person in this room.”

“Davina,” Brooke said, in that tone she used when she's about to say something I wouldn’t like. “Can I make an observation?”

“No.” I gave her another look that she continued to ignore.

“For someone who hates Dallas so much, you spend a lot of time talking about him.”

I stared at her, my lip curling into a snarl. “I'm sorry?”

“I'm just saying.” She shrugged. “You've been talking about him for ten minutes. You remember exactly what he said. Exactly what he was wearing. How he smelled...”

“I did not mention how he smelled!”

“You told me on the phone that night.”

My face went warm. “That wasn’t a complaint. I was complaining about him invading my personal space.”

Kelsie nodded slowly. “You know what this reminds me of?”

“Don't,” I said.

“It's giving enemies-to-lovers vibes.”

“It is not...”

“It's giving, I hate you so much I can't stop thinking about you.”

“That is not...”

“It's giving the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.”

“There is no tension,” I practically growled. I took a breath. “Dallas Dodger is arrogant and self-absorbed and thinks the world revolves around him. The only tension between us is me trying not to say something I'll regret.”

“That's a lot of energy for someone you hate,” Kelsie said.

She didn't know the full story. She didn't know that the whole reason Brooke and Matt met in the first place was because of some stupid bet Dallas made, thinking it'd be funny to send his friend after the fat girl. My jaw tightened just thinking about it. Not that it ended up mattering, because Matt fell for Brooke, which said everything about the difference between them.

I looked at Brooke for backup. “Can you please tell her she's misreading the situation?”

Brooke held up her hands. “I'm staying out of this one, and I'm letting it play out. For the content.” She gestured at the recording equipment. “Our listeners love this stuff.”

I sighed. “I cannot believe I'm being psychoanalyzed on my own podcast.”

“To be fair,” Kelsie said, “you brought up Dallas yourself. We were talking about Landon.”