Rex
I give Olivia time to stop laughing before I growl, demanding her to stop.
"Oh please. Like you don't know exactly what you're doing. You. Rex Matthews. You know."
I interrupt her before she has a chance to finish whatever she was going to say. "No, I don’t. I know how to have sex with a woman after we’ve flirted for a few hours and not develop feelings or manage to get myself into a relationship. If there’s eating involved, it’s not at a restaurant," I tell her, just to be a shithead.
"Oh gross! Rex! Nope. I do not need to know this!"
I chuckle, lean back in my chair, pleased with myself for shocking her when I hear her gag. I probably should feel bad because for a while I know she was feeling pretty nauseous from the pregnancy, but I also know she’s just being dramatic. At least, I hope.
"What’s wrong, Liv?" I tease.
"You’re nasty."
"Oh please. I’m honest. There’s a difference."
"Whatever. I’m not helping you anymore."