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“Way too forward,” I say, trying to laugh it off. “I don’t know about the girls you’re used to fucking, but I’m not the girl who’s going to spread my legs for a pretty face.”
“You think all that’s in it for you is nothing but a pretty face? What do you take me for?” he questions, those deep rumbly tones causing havoc between my legs. “I’m no two-pump chump, baby. I’ll have you crawling out of my apartment, your throat raw from screaming my name, and your ass so sore you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Trust me, Firefly,” he murmurs, his hand snaking around my body and lowering to my ass. “When I tell you I’ll fuck you until the sun comes up, I mean it.”
A smirk pulls at my lips. “If it weren’t already after three, that’d probably impress me. The sun will be up in just under two hours. The douchebag I dated in junior high could fuck longer than that. Besides, after working for the last six hours straight, a marathon isn’t exactly on my night’s bucket list. Now, if you said you wanted to fuck me up against this building and make me come in three seconds flat . . . now that I would consider, but like I said, I’m not the girl who’s going to spread her legs for some stranger she just met on the street.”
“You see, that’s our problem,” he rumbles, his eyes sparkling like two blue flames in the night. “You’re too fucking gorgeous to be a stranger. So what better way to get to know someone than feeling her come on your cock while she’s moaning your name?”
“Sounds promising,” I say, feigning consideration before I push against his chest, putting a little space between us. “But like I said, I’m not that girl. Take me out first, treat me like a lady, spoil me a little, and maybe then I might get on my knees for you. But until then, you’re nothing but the stranger I met in the street.”
“Ooooft,” he laughs, giving me my space as he presses a hand to his chest. “Baby, that one stung.”
“I’d apologize, but something tells me you get off on the pain.”
“See? How could you call me a stranger when you already know me so well?”
I push the door open and step over the threshold before quickly searching the shadows again and coming up empty. “I’m going to bed, Dalton Eros. Let’s hope you get the pleasure of meeting me again”
“Oh, something tells me I will,” he says, those eyes sparkling so bright they almost light up the night sky.
A wide grin stretches across my face, and I shake my head, unable to believe this human exists. He’s everything. Gorgeous, strong, tall, and looks that could kill. There’s a hint of danger about him, but not in the same way as my three stalkers. This is much worse. A man like this has the ability to reach right into my chest, take my heart, and shatter it between his fingers, and because of that, I need to keep my distance.
But damn . . . Maybe I’ll let him have his no-strings-attached fun for just a while and then cut my losses before it gets too deep. After all, skipping out on a treat like that would be a sin, and I pride myself on being a good girl. At least, I’ll be a good girl for the right man.
Not bothering with a goodbye, I let the heavy door close between us and all but skip down the trashed hall. The party here tonight must have been huge to have caused this type of chaos, and to be honest, I kinda figured the asshole guy directly across the hall was hosting the thing. Though how could that be true if he skipped out on the party just to stalk me all night with his equally creepy friends?
Quickly hustling my ass down the hall, I become all too suspicious of the doors around me, expecting one of my neighbors to jump out at me and drag me kicking and screaming into one of their apartments. Only, I know without a doubt those bastards are lingering out in the darkness of the street, Dalton Eros being the only reason I was able to escape with my freedom.
God, I really do owe him.
Finding apartment 106, I slip my key into the lock and push the door open before hastily locking it behind me and flicking each of the deadbolts. “Shit, are you only getting in now?” Cara asks from the couch.
I whip around, wide eyed as I find Cara exactly where I left her, Kindle still in hand. “It’s after three. How are you still up reading?”
“Call it a gift,” she says, sitting up straighter on the couch and eyeing the takeout bag in my hand, excitement drumming in her stare. “Is that my extra cheesy burger?”
“Yup,” I say, walking through the apartment and placing it on the counter as she pounces on it like a starved lion.
“I’m assuming since you’ve been gone all night, you got yourself a job?” she questions, pulling out her burger and getting stuck into it. I nod and she grins as though we’ve just gotten away with something. “Danny still an asshole?”
I really consider her question before responding. “I wouldn’t call him an asshole,” I muse. “More like an over-tired businessman who’s sick of having to deal with college students running his bar.”
Cara laughs around a bite of her burger. “So . . . still an asshole?”
“Yeah,” I admit. “A fair asshole though. The guy gave me a job when he didn’t have to and because of that, I can now pay my rent. Plus, the tips are pretty good.”
“Yeah,” she says with a heavy sigh. “I forgot about the tips. It was game night, right? I always used to rake it in on game night.”
“Sure was,” I tell her, walking around the island counter and finding a glass before filling it with water. “Bet you don’t get those kinds of tips working in the bookstore.”
“True,” she says, a grin stretching across her face. “But I also don’t get minimum wage in the bookstore.”
“Ooooh, checkmate,” I laugh, pulling out the chair beneath the counter and dropping my ass into it. “Hey, what do you know about the guys who live around us? Like, the scary as shit dude directly opposite and the guy just down from us—the one I share a bedroom wall with.”
“Apart from the fact they like to party and fuck? Not much,” she tells me, her burger hovering in the air in front of her. “They all moved in a few weeks ago at the start of the term, and apart from their parties, they keep to themselves. The guy directly opposite us gives me the creeps so I keep away from him, but he’s friends with the guy just down from us.”
“The one who likes to fuck?”
“No, no,” she rushes out. “Well . . . yes, he’s friends with him too, and don’t get me started on that guy. He’s a different kind of breed. He has this little black snake and it just—”
