TODD FLICK THUDS DOWN on to the couch, foolishly believing he’s about to kick a field goal between my legs. I climb onto his lap, and he puts a clumsy hand on my waist. “I knew you wanted this,” he says. “You uptight girls always get crazy for sex sooner or later.”
“Oh, Todd,” I sigh. Such a pretty, pretty corpse he will be. And not much stupider in death than in life! I swing my legs around to straddle him. “Pretty, pretty Todd!”
“You’re weird, Jekel,” he says, eyes glazing over with the lust that will make him vulnerable. “But I kinda like it.”
“What about Darcy?” I pout. “Won’t she be mad?”
“I’m sick of that bitch,” Todd confides, clasping my hips with both hands and pressing me tighter against him. “She’s too bossy.”
“I won’t boss you, Toddy,” I promise. “You’ll be the man with me.” The dead man.
“No, you’ll do what I say, right?” Todd says, closing his eyes and licking his lips as I rub against him. “Whatever I say, right?”
“Oh, yes . . .”
Just as I lean forward prepared to kiss his disgusting lips and endure his fat tongue inside my mouth, the door erupts open and in bursts Tristen Hyde. The guy I really want.
Right on cue.