Wake her

I woke Audrey up.

"Okay," I said. "I'll move out."

"Like hell you will!" said Audrey. "You're staying!"

"Okay, but I should at least find a job and help pay rent and stuff."

"No. You don't need a job, and you don't need to pay rent."

"Okay, but I'm not going to leer or gawk at you when you're by the pool."

"My house, my rules," said Audrey. "And you will leer and gawk at me when I'm by the pool."

"All right," I held up my hands. "But you shouldn't twerk for me right now."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Audrey huffed indignantly. "I'll twerk for you if I want to!"

She stood, turned around to prop herself using the potter, and jutted her ass out and began to twerk.

I watched her move her ass with interest. She was good, better than I gave her credit for.

"Just let me know when you're done watching," she said.

"Well," I said. "I definitely don't think you should twerk for me whenever I say I'm bored in the future."

"You don't make the rules, I do. Any time you say you're bored in the future, I'll twerk for you."