"You don't take compliments well, do you miss?"
Melodie looks up at Roland. "I do, thanks. I don't take well to guys drooling and imagining me naked just because they think they deserve me."
Roland doesn't speak again, just sits staring at the TV. Hell, he has never had a woman turn him down, let alone beat him down with words, yet something about it makes him smile.
"I'm cooking." Melodie stands up. Roland nods and stands up to follow her to the kitchen.
"You already cooked up something hot, baby." His hand reaches to grab her playfully, and her elbow swings and hits his gut.
"Keep your dirty paws and eyes off my body if you want them." She turns and walks out. Roland is crouched over, shocked. Damn, her wildness just makes him want her more! He laughs as he walks to the kitchen.
