Katie's head whipped around under the force of Oliver's hand. Her eyes narrowed as he let her have it. She knew she hadn't played well but whatever the hell this was was completely uncalled for. At least that tone was, anyway. "I did not play like shite," she snapped, back, turning her back on him again, ignoring the way his arms crossed over his chest. She refused to think about last night and the fact that she had finally been with him. After bloody years of wanting it. Of course, the way he'd up and run out afterward killed some of the desire but fuck if she'd let him see it.
"Maybe you should listen to your own advice," she tossed over her shoulder, searching for her clean bra. "Might come in handy the next time you attempt to get a girl off."
Okay, so implying that you didn't orgasm with the guy you slept with was low but he started all this. He ruined everything. She shouldn't have slept with him. It was a bloody horrible mistake.