Page 29 of The Surfer

Cove rolls over away from me dismissively. “Come on, admit it, you need the money as much as I need it to continue living here rent-free, so how about you stop this American scout girl act and let’s just stay out of each other’s way. Collect your money and just let me be. Let me live.”

Oh, I don’t like his condescending tone one bit.

“Right,” I say, leaning away from Cove’s sculptured face and standing back up. “That’s it.”

I’ve had it with the rich surfer dude and his sarcastic ways with me.

I jump around to the front of Cove’s bed and, in one move, grab the bedsheets and rip them off the two people lying there.

Take that, surfer boy.

“Hey!” The girl yells at me as Cove grunts in anger.

I don’t care. I storm out of the room with his bedsheets under my arm. His room’s a mess and I’m going to start to fix it, one bedsheet at a time. I don’t even want to smell the sheets under my arm, so I don’t dare inhale or breathe all the way out of the bedroom and into the living room.

I’m going to fix this.

No way do I agree with Cove and his silly plan, I’m not going to let him be and simply collect my money. I’m not going to lie to Sandy or to their Dad and I’m not going to do this whole thing half-heartedly.

I’m all in or I might as well head straight back home right now.

I take the bedsheets directly to the washing machine and I throw them in, starting the cycle without a pause.

Cove’s following me. I hear him stomping right up behind me as I press the button to start the washing machine.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Cove asks me from behind. I turn around to face him, relieving to see he’s wearing some shorts for once, that’s better than nothing. His tight abs are in my face and I can see the faint outline of his large cock under his shorts.

My pussy heats up at the mere sight of his massive cock’s outline, it’s pretty damn hot seeing it hang behind his shorts.

Stop. Don’t think about him like that, Ripley. Don’t you dare think about him naked.

“Look, we both need the money,” I explain to him. “And, as much as I hate to admit it, we need each other. We can get through this as long as we communicate, and as long as you don’t keep me waiting at some parking lot for an hour. If we do the right things and we both please your Dad and sister, then we both benefit, so let’s work together, okay? Does that sound good? Can we work together and get this done?”

The little spiel hasn’t come out as well as it was formulated in my head, but Cove gets the main gist of it.

Cove pauses as he takes it in. I can see his anger subsiding. He’s thinking about it, about what I’ve said.

He takes one last look at me, one last look with those blue eyes of his that remind me of the wild blue ocean. Those same eyes I can just melt in.

And then he grunts, turning around and walking out the room. I hear the slamming of his bedroom door a moment later.

Great. Just great.

I think I’ve got through to him. I think I’ve made my point, but not as clear enough as I wanted it to be. So, Cove is determined to fight me on this to the bitter end?

I can’t fight this. I’m not up to this.

I’m resigned now. Judging by his reaction, this is going to be impossible.

Completely impossible.

Six more months. Six more months of this?

No way.

I can’t do this.