Page 50 of Hate At First Sight


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“Seriously? You’re reading a romance?”

“Yeah. Apparently I’m not sensitive enough. I figure maybe I can learn something from these emotionally deep, yet masculine, protagonists.”

“So…do we share a shower?”

“The only shower is outside. Kinda cool, actually. It’s basically in the jungle,” he says without looking up from his book.

I look around.

It’s a small room.

“Where exactly outside, though?”

“You’ll figure it out. Use that Yale degree.” He winks.

I shake my head.This asshole.

I grab a towel and head outside and find the shower.

Looking up, I see a monkey who is watching me high in a tree above.

Does that count as a peeping tom?

Showered off, I am about to head back into the room where Jack is in the exact same position where I left him.

That’s when an idea hits me.

I don’t need my degree in marketing psychology to see that Jack is a classic case of a walking, human red flag.

Well, I’ve decided that there’s definitely one thing he can’t have, and that thing is me.

When I got my heart broken by the guy I dated before Jansen, I still had my dad to cry on his shoulder. He would explain to me that there were assholes and good guys, and nothing in between.

I gave assholes up a long time ago. I dated my share of assholes before Jansen. They had red flags and I always fell for them. Not this time.

Wearing only a towel, I glance over at him as I consider my next outfit.

He’s got gray sweats on and no shirt.

Gray freaking sweats.

My eyes almost pop out of my head looking below his waistband. Is he…hard? What could have possibly gotten him hard at this time?

Is that just how he naturally sits or is he playing some kind of mind-game with me?

Scratching his abs, he notices my eyes looking downward.

“What?”

“What?” I recoil.

“What are you looking at?”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what you want for dinner tonight? I can think of what I want.”

He licks his lips and lets his eyes drift between my legs.

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