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“What the hell?” I screech, snatching a large pillow off the couch to cover my private parts. “What are you doing here, Roman?”
“Well, this didn’t go as planned.” He averts his gaze and walks closer, offering me the towel.
I yank it from his fingers and wrap it around me. Not that it matters, since he’s seen the goods. “You gave me a heart attack.”
“Same,” he says. “Where did you learn that ninja move? Impressive, especially naked.”
I’m sure my skin is as red as the roses on my coffee table. “Chloe’s self-defense classes.”
It would please my brother’s girlfriend to know I followed her instructions precisely as she instructed. Except I can’t tell her because she’s my brother’s girlfriend and he’ll find out that his best friend saw me in the buff.
“Ah.” He adjusts the brim on his cap. “I guess the more important question is, do you always talk back to the people on the podcast?” Amusement twinkles in his blue eyes.
I hold a hand up, palm facing him. “I’ve got a busy morning, so tell me why you were skulking around my bathroom while I was in the shower.”
“First, skulking? Is that a word? Second, I had no idea you’d be in the shower. Third, I heard you yelling at those women, and I just kind of became entranced, not knowing you’d barrel out of there naked.”
I tilt my head. “You thought I’d step out of the shower fully dressed and ready to go?”
His white teeth rake across his plump bottom lip, and I swear he looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“This is not funny, Roman.”
“Not even a little? You said ‘Bye, bitches.’ That’s pretty funny.”
What comes out of me is between a “humph” and an “argh” as I power past him and stomp down the hardwoods to my bedroom. “I don’t have time for games. I’m due in the office soon.”
He follows me down the hallway. “You need better security.”
I stop at my bedroom door and turn to him. “Clearly.”
He holds his arms out wide. “I’m your man.”
There was a time in my life where I wished I could hear Roman utter those words for real, but not anymore. Long ago, I put the fairytale of Roman and I ending up together out of my head. Mostly. There’s one tiny ray of hope that I’ve tucked away in the darkest corner of my mind, but I’ve locked it up tight so it can’t escape.
“You’re not a security person.” I head into my bedroom and he follows me.
“Trust me. I’m your guy.”
He really needs to stop saying that, because the little piece of hope is banging on the door with all its might, trying to escape. And that just can’t happen. He’s my brother’s best friend. He’s my friend. We’re not meant to be.
“You’re a millionaire, many times over. You don’t need a job.”
“Every man needs to work. I can’t just be a pretty face, ya know?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “How did you get into my house?”
He props a hip against my dresser and crosses his arms, inked forearms flexing as he does. “You need a better security system. Look how easy it was for me to break in. Means you’re not safe, Greer.”
“Get out.” I point to the door, clutching the towel with my other hand.
“Fine. I’ll wait for you to get dressed.” The corner of his mouth tips up. “But don’t feel you have to on my behalf.”
Like always, his innocent flirtation causes my heart to race as I say, “Get out,” again. But it doesn’t sound as harsh this time. I’m so weak when it comes to him.
He smirks as he leaves the room, and I slam the door behind him. After I dry my hair, I slip on a cream-colored shift dress and heels before I apply light makeup. When I enter the living room, Roman is sitting on my couch, powerful thighs spread.
“How did you get in?” I ask, parking a hand on my hip.
