“Oh, right,” I say, being as ditzy as I possibly can before putting on a show as I assess the situation and take in the passed-out lump of sexiness on top of her. “Well, this is interesting. I really don’t know how to do this without hurting him.”
“Hurting him?Bitch, I don’t care. Get this manwhore off me. Who knows what diseases he’s currently giving me.”
“Well . . . If you insist.”
Climbing up onto the bed, I settle myself beside them before quickly scooping up the evidence of my blow dart and wedging my arms between their bodies, doing what I can to really get beneath him. This isn’t going to be easy, but with the redhead’s help, we should be able to move this bastard off her.
“Okay, are you ready?”
“Just do it,” she groans.
“Alright,” I say with a shrug, and without hesitation, I heave with everything I’ve got, lifting the deadweight off her and shoving ashard as I can. The ginormous tree trunk slides out of her as his body rolls right off the bed, dropping heavily to the ground the same way Spikezilla did.
The sweetest satisfaction rumbles through me, and before I can even really take it in, the redhead snaps me out of it as she scrambles off the bed, grabs her dress off the floor, and makes one hell of a run for it.
“Tell him to lose my fucking number,” she calls, her words echoing through to the bedroom just seconds before the heavy slam of the front door fills the small apartment, leaving me grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
I glance down at the hunky man-meat as I stand on his overused mattress, that mouthwatering redwood cock just flopping proudly on his strong thigh. “Checkmate, Raiden Kane. Check-fucking-mate.”
A great pride swirls through my chest, and I jump down from the bed, landing on the ground as softly as a kitten before walking out of his bedroom. Only as I cut back through the kitchen and living room, I pause as I find the key to his sleek Audi RS7.
Well, well. Who am I to ignore a gift horse when it’s looking me right in the eye? Besides, I’ve already taught him one lesson tonight; it would be a true shame to stop there.
Then, after scooping up the shiny key, I stride straight out of his apartment, knowing my night couldn’t possibly get any better.
Knocked out Raiden with a tranq dart? Check.
Teach him a lesson about parking in my spot? Double-check.
Actually getting to sleep at a decent hour without having to worry about my new neighbor disturbing the peace? Check. Check. Triple-fucking-check.
CHAPTER 5
RAIDEN
My body aches as the early morning sun streams through my bedroom window, and I brace my hand over my eyes, trying to block out the light.
Why the fuck do I feel as though I’ve just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion? My head pounds, and my body . . . wait. Why the fuck am I naked on the floor?
I groan as I slowly peel my eyes open, my hand dragging down my face as I grip the side of my bed and use it as a crutch to sit my ass up.
Holy fucking shit.
Something isn’t right.
I try to go back, trying to bring the memories to the forefront of my mind, and while it takes longer than anticipated, they slowly but surely begin creeping in one at a time. I’d taken a fiery redhead out todinner and brought her back to my apartment, and I recall thinking that she’d be the perfect score to help get under Kiara’s skin. She’d bragged at dinner about being a bit of an exhibitionist in the sack, so before I’d even properly learned her name, I’d already decided that if she were willing, I’d be down to bring her home and spend the night making her scream. Which is exactly what I did.
It was fun. She was just as wild as she’d let on, and while she was a little naive, she served her purpose. The only problem is, the more I seem to get under Kiara’s skin, the harder it is for me to keep committing to this game. It’s not these random women I want in my bed. It’s her.
Kiara is giving me a run for my money, and I can’t wait to see how it plays out. Assuming she cracks and succumbs to my wicked charm. Which she will. It’s inevitable. The only problem is, I might just be the one to break first.
The date with the redhead was fine, and I recall having her leg tossed somewhere over my shoulder while trying not to laugh at the way she would scream Kiara’s name, but then . . . nothing. There’s not a single memory coming to mind. It’s almost as though someone had come along and wiped it clean.
I was busy focusing on just how much force I’d need to get the wall to shatter between the two bedrooms, when something felt . . . off. I remember looking at the girl as my limbs grew heavy. Did she drug me?
Fuck.
It’s the only plausible explanation. But it doesn’t make sense. Why drug me? It’s not as though she hadn’t already gotten what she wanted out of me. She was using me just as much as I was using her. Only difference was that she was using me to get off, whereas I didn’t care about that. Sure, it was a bonus, not that I think I ever got there, but my main goal was Kiara. It’s been about Kiara since the second she came banging on my door.
