Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) by Rachael James

told her no. By
the time they landed in Texas, her fury had subsided, but Willow needed to
understand how very unpleasant her life would be without Hannah’s affection.
Hannah was almost convinced she had made her point until this morning.
    Tonight would more than make up
for this morning’s disappointment. In the morning, they would have a long talk,
and, once and for all, Hannah would convince Willow that Zachary was no longer
needed.

Chapter
10
    Hannah was wrong. Willow didn’t
like this game—she hated it. She despised being moved and positioned like some
lifeless being and the way Hannah looked at her naked body was so cold and
distant.
    At first, the idea of a bath
seemed sexy until she realized that Hannah did not intend to get in the tub
with her. Considering she was very hygienic, Willow had been offended, but when
she started to voice her complaints, Hannah had put her finger over Willow’s
lips to shush her. It became apparent that conversation wasn’t part of the
game, which was a shame because Willow had no idea what was going on inside
Hannah’s mind. She never once explained herself as she bathed her, dried her,
dressed her in pair of pajamas, tucked her in, and then turned down the lights.
    It was only after Hannah was
lying beside her, propped up on her elbow, that she spoke. “You may go to sleep
now.”
    Grumpily, Willow squeezed her
eyes shut only to open them a few seconds later. “Seriously, Hannah, I can’t
fall asleep with you watching me.”
    “Of course you can,” Hannah
said and then reached out to stroke Willow’s face.
    Willow recoiled from her touch.
It wasn’t her touch that Willow didn’t like but the way it felt. After having
been pinned against the wall, she had certain expectations for the evening, and
this wasn’t one of them. She wanted Hannah to touch her body just like she
wanted to learn every curve of Hannah’s flesh, but not like this. Hannah’s hand
felt strangely comforting—as if Willow was a small child. It felt very wrong.
    “No, I can’t,” Willow gritted
through her teeth as she rolled on her side away from Hannah. After she fluffed
her pillow, she spat, “Your game is weird and creepy. I feel like you’re
waiting for me to fall asleep so you can pull a knife out from under your
pillow and stab me.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Willow. I
don’t keep knives in my room,” Hannah murmured. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
    Willow’s eyes stayed wide open.
She couldn’t have fallen asleep even if she wanted to. In a strange bed with an
even stranger woman, she was miserable, not to mention hot. She never slept in
pajamas. After several minutes, she sat up and kicked away the blankets that
felt as heavy as lead weights. She peeled the pajama top over her head and
tossed it to the floor.
    “What are you doing?” Hannah
hissed.
    “I’m hot,” Willow shot back and
lay back down.
    “Put your shirt back on,”
Hannah demanded.
    “No, I can’t sleep with it,”
Willow growled.
    Hannah let out an impatient
huff of air and sat up. She was starting to get out of the bed to retrieve the
discarded article of clothing. Once Willow figured out her intentions, she
decided enough was enough.
    “This is ridiculous. I’m going
home—where at least I know someone is getting laid on my birthday,” Willow said.
Before she could get of bed, Hannah had her pinned down with her face in the
mattress. “Jesus Christ, Hannah! What are you doing?”
    “I’m helping you relax,” Hannah
gritted as her long fingers worked against the muscles of Willow’s lower back.
    “It’s not working,” Willow
denied.
    “It would if you would stop
being such a goddamn horny slut.”
    That pissed Willow off. It was
hardly being a slut when someone else sends out all the signals, lures you in,
and then changes the rules at half time, making it into some sort of preteen
sleepover. Pretending like she was relaxed, Willow waited until Hannah’s
fingers loosened their grip, and