Doing It for Love (All About Love #1) by Cassie Mae

enough to listen.
    I make her bed because it drives me crazy that the comforter is hanging off the edge and the sheet is matted at the bottom. Just as I’m fluffing her pillows, I hear a key struggling to get in the lock.
    Theresa giggles as the door creaks open. I tuck my phone in my back pocket with a laugh, ready to put her to bed and set some Advil on the nightstand for her in the morning, but a crash, thud, and low grunt stops me in the bedroom doorway.
    My eyes bug out, staring at the hallway pictures, when I hear her say, “I want you in me.”
    “Theresa,” a male voice answers. I think I know that voice. “You’re drunk.”
    “Yep.” She attempts to purr. “Take advantage, because this won’t happen when I’m sober.”
    Something shuffles across the floor, and I dive for the closet. I should’ve known she was going to bring someone home. Theresa has more bedpost notches than I’d like to know about.
    As soon as I’ve confirmed “male voice” is long gone I’ll slide out. Unless he tries to take advantage while she’s passed out. Then I’ll grab a wire hanger and slice off his man jewels.
    I keep the door open a crack, but I don’t catch anything but two very painted figures. The one covered in bright blue takes the towel I used and spreads it across the bed, fumbling with holding Theresa up at the same time. He finally huffs in defeat and ends up dropping her to the mattress.
    “Wait,” she says.
    “What?”
    “It feels good. You on top of me.”
    Oh, sweet mother. I hear kissing. Lots of it. And breathing and groaning, and as close as I am with the girl, I do not want to hear her drunken sex noises.
    “Theresa…” Male Voice groans. He says something else, and I start singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” under my breath, hoping to drown out the sloppy kissing sounds.
    Slurp.
    Went up the waterspout.
    Thump.
    Down came the rain.
    Mmmmm.
    And washed the spider out.
    “Take them off.”
    “Theresa…,” Male Voice says again.
    “Stay,” she mumbles. I hear a zipper, and I reach for a hanger.
    “You need…you need to sleep,” he argues back. I shoot upright, peeking out the crack because it’s clicked. I know who that voice belongs to.
    He tucks another towel around her, and by the light snoring I know she’s passed out. I drop the hanger, knowing she won’t be fondled in her sleep with present company. I notice him tucking her pink stained hair behind her ear, looking at her like I’ve only seen Landon look at me. A small tug at the corner of his lips looks like both a smile and a frown. Like he’s gaining and losing something. It seems such a private moment I duck back into the closet. I’ll just wait till he leaves, but who knows how long that’ll be. So I take my phone out, make sure it’s on complete silent mode, and tap a text to Landon before my battery dies.
Theresa’s drunk. Might be a bit before I get back to you.
    Landon responds so fast it’s like he had the joke saved on his phone.
Don’t get too friendly with the showerhead.
    I am NOT a cheater, I tap back . Besides, I don’t need it ;)
    Liar. I was sexy as hell tonight.
    Not as sexy as me.
    You are tough competition. But I look better in pink.
    He sends me a picture of the two of us in the middle of our paint fight. I grin at the fact that he’s more covered than I am.
Who took that?
    You were tagged on Facebook.
    I raise my eyebrow and turn on my Wi-Fi. But before I can jump over to Facebook, my screen goes blank as my battery quits. Damn it. I just hope people had the sense not to announce my engagement yet.
    Letting out a very bored sigh, I wiggle around the closet, shaking my head at the disorganization in here. Theresa needs to start putting her autumn clothes up front. It’s almost September, so I move the sundresses to the back of the walk-in and hang the cardigans up by color near the front. After that I slouch to the floor and rearrange her shoes. None of the pairs are together, just sort of tossed in.