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He scowled at her. His eyes snapped away, looking at anything but her. "Would you mind putting more clothes on? I'm having a hard time focusing."
She looked at her outfit. It was her usual sleepwear. A tank top with short shorts. She looked back at him.
"Really? Says the naked man himself."
She wasn't going to fight. She pulled herself up and left the room, taking the gun with her. She pulled on sweatpants and a sweater. She walked back into the room and found him waiting.
She waved a hand at her outfit as she rounded the couch. "Are you comfortable now?"
He didn't say anything as he shifted in his seat. "I'm looking for someone. Goes by Michel Granger. Have you seen him?"
Her blood went cold. She swallowed, trying to keep her frustration contained. "Why?"
He didn’t respond.
She pulled her lips in, feeling the urge to swear. She had had enough of this. He wasn't about to come into her apartment and order her around while he was naked. She walked to her door and unlocked it. She pulled it open, waving the gun at him.
"Leave. And I don't want to see you ever again."
Strap pulled himself up but gave her a sad look. "I told you we are mates. I can't do that."
He came toward her, and she scowled at him.
He smirked at her, almost cocky once more. "Besides, do you really want to throw a naked man into the hallway? What will your neighbors think?"
They will probably be glad since I've never brought a man home. Not that I gave a shit. I’ve had too much on my plate to think about men.
She slammed the door in his face and flicked him off after she did. She threw her hands up, gesturing as if she was choking him.
She dropped her hands and took a breath when she heard a soft knock.
Mickey wanted to leave him in the hallway and let him figure it out himself, but her conscience refused to let her. Somehow, deep down, she felt bad for him. She pulled the door open, motioning him back inside with the gun. She again raked her eyes over him. Her eyes were glued to his ass as he walked past her.
When did he start smelling so good? Like fresh out of the shower smell. Jesus, that’s a scent I could get used to.
Her stomach twisted as he walked past her, making her loins ache. God, it had been too long since she'd felt anything even close to lust. She couldn't remember the last time she'd even orgasmed.
He dropped a bag from his back and opened it. He pulled out his pants, and she looked at him irritated. The asshole had clothes the entire time?
She watched a phone fall from his bag, but he caught it, shoving it back inside. The speed at which he did that was suspicious. It made her wonder if he had something to hide.
She rested her hand on her hip. "You know, I only let you back inside because you were bare-assed. If I had known you had pants, I would have left you out there."
He looked at her as he zipped his pants. The motion made her squirm inside. Fuck.
That motion was enough to make her come in her pants.
"You let me back inside because you're my mate. The pull wouldn't let you be that cruel to me."
She bared her teeth, irritated. "Say one more word about mates, and I'll be sure this next shot doesn't miss." She crossed her arms. "I let you in because you never answered the question. Why are you looking for Granger? Does he owe you something?"
He licked his lips and sighed. "Do you know where he is?"
She frowned, hating that he had avoided her question. She uncrossed her arms. Maybe he was someone who knew her father.
"I do," she said, wondering if she wanted to tell him.
"Where is he? I need to speak to him." He straightened, rolling his shoulders back. She watched in amazement.
