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Chapter 9
“Nice place.” Harper nods, inspecting my flat while giving no indication of her impression.
Not that I should care, but I am stuck with her for God knows how long.
I knew Lix wouldn’t keep her for the remainder of her stay, and I very well couldn’t hand her over to Brett. He’s already got one female to deal with, and he’s new to the whole thing.
I had no choice but to bring her home with me.
I walk to the back and flick on my bedroom light. “You can sleep in here. I’ll take the couch.” I turn to her large, hovering eyes.
“That’s mighty kind of you.” She grips her bag on her shoulder.
“But,” I say, ignoring her sassy yet slightly autonomic response. “Fair warning, I sleep in the buff.”
Her eyebrows rise with a hint of piqued curiosity. “The buff?”
“Naked.”
She lifts her hand. “I know what buff means,” she says with a disingenuous smile. “I just didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, now you do.” I sneer. “I’m sure I don’t need to worry about you.” I roll my eyes down her body. “I can tell you don’t sleep in the buff,” I say, not sure if I can back it up. Usually, I can tell this about a person, but with this woman, I get nothing.
That’s the problem. I get nothing but the urge to kiss her. Grab her sassy ass, pull her against me, and give those insolent feisty lips a spanking with my mouth.
“As a matter of fact”—she leans back—“I don’t, but I’m sure it’s not for the reasons you think.”
“I doubt that.” I point. “The bathroom is right there.”
Her eyes flash to the door before she walks into the room, tossing her backpack on my king-sized bed. “I don’t sleep naked in case something happens,” she says. Her investigative eyes snap around my room.
Okay. I’ll bite. My brow arches. “Like?”
“A fire.” She stops and turns to me, flipping out her hands. “Or if someone breaks in. I wouldn’t want to be fighting my assailant or running from my house in the buff.”
A low chuckle vibrates in my chest. “The chances of that happening are about a million to one.”
“That’s what you think,” she says, unzipping her backpack.
I laugh, watching her hastily pull things out of her bag while feeling dismissed.
Still, I remain standing here while observing her longer than I should, taking in her curvy hips, bubble-shaped ass, and tangible skin.
This is going to be hell.
I twist around and walk out of the room.
I was exiled from my own bedroom by a paranoid woman who worries about the things that might go awry in the middle of the night.
It’s best to stay as far away from her as the area footage in my place will allow—best for my sanity and my body. My physical attraction to her overwhelms me.
I head straight for the fridge and grab a beer. I pop the cap off and head to the sofa.
I plop down on the cushion. Fuck! How long am I going to have to tolerate this frustrating woman? How long is my cock going to have to go through this torment in my own home?
This sucks.
“Okay.” I hear her say.
