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“Why not?” I reply as her lips part in disbelief. “I live here.”
I tap my fob against the reader and press the same button as I’m sure she just did… Penthouse.
* * *
Indigo
Fran and Rami throw glances at me and then at the ridiculously handsome asshole who’s staring at me even more persistently than he did outside when he gave me that unsolicited little cycling safety speech.
His lips curve upwards at the corners as he studies me in a way that frankly should be illegal.
“You must be staying at Carrie and Tom’s place while they’re away,” he says.
What the fuck…
Dammit, he must have seen the button I pressed.
“Um…”
“That’s none of your business,” snaps Rami, though her point is rendered kind of moot as the elevator chimes its arrival on the top floor of this exclusive building.
“After you,” the stranger with the boundary issues says with a tip of the head and a courteous smile, the latter being a new arrival.
Fran, my naughtiest of friends, attempts to hide her smirk as she leaves first, followed by a glaring Rami in full-on mama bear mode… and then me.
I glance behind me, my gaze colliding with his as he exits, a foot taller than me and clothed in gray pants that a team of designer’s must have worked on for them to fit him that freaking perfectly. Into them is tucked a crisp white shirt which shows off broad shoulders, which I just about notice, stunned as I am by the most luminous gray eyes I’ve ever seen.
As I make it to the door of the apartment I’m cat-sitting in for the next week, I fumble with the key, getting the wrong one again before dropping the set onto the floor in front of Carrie’s door, cursing under my breath as Moody Prick walks past us.
My jaw practically unhinges as he slots his key into the door of the apartment right next door to this one, the only other one on this entire floor. His lips turn up at the edges as he opens it.
“Enjoy your evening,” he says smoothly and in my perturbed state, my mouth decides not to cooperate, and instead, I practically fall over myself unlocking and pushing the door open.
As my friends grab my arms so I don’t knock myself out against the wood, they file in behind me. I shut the door fast, locking it behind me as Fran breaks into a wide grin.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, plonking my backpack on the floor, suddenly feeling quite breathless at my run-in with a man who is now my temporary neighbor.
“What did he want?” drawls Rami, less than impressed with most men, but with a particularly piquant disdain for the dominant assholes of the world.
Albeit, in this case, a very, very hot asshole.
Smoking, in fact.
Which is probably the main reason he’s an asshole.
That, and the money.
Deadly mix, Indie.
But, oh my God, the sullen way he glared at me. The prick should be arrested for public indecency with a stare like that.
I’m half tempted to interrupt Carrie and Tom’s trip away to see the members of his family who aren’t well enough to attend their wedding on Cumberland Island in six weeks, and ask her how the hell she could have omitted to inform me what ungodly specimen of a human was going to be living next door to me for the next nine days.
“Oh, just… being insufferable about the way I pulled out in front of him,” I stammer as Fran leans over to pet Cookie, the gorgeous and very sociable tabby I’m watching till Carrie and Tom get back.
“Yeah, well, you wanna avoid that one,” Rami says flatly. “Walking red flag from ten paces away.”
I chuckle at the warning in her tone. “What do you girls want to drink?”
