Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
When we walked out of the elevator, dread filled me with every step that took us closer to the mystery roommate. “You know I’m only doing this because I’m your best friend, right?” I grunted.
“Yeah, I know. I owe you.”
“You don’t just owe me, dude. I fucking own you.”
Jordan mumbled something, but we were at apartment 3110, so I didn’t ask for clarification. I told myself to stop being such a pussy before rapping my knuckles on the door.
Less than a minute later, the door opened and—holy shit.
I was looking at the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen in my life. She had to be less than five and half feet, small, but with curves that made my mouth water. Considering I was six-foot-two and two-hundred and five pounds, I dwarfed her in size, but I found that it was just another thing that made attraction sizzle across my skin. She had long, straight black hair with bright streaks of pink and blue, a rose bud mouth, a pert nose, and ice-blue eyes. My cock had gone hard the instant I saw her, but as I looked over every delicious inch of her, it strained against my jeans, testing the limits of my zipper.
Her mouth had fallen slightly open, and her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. I held back a ragged groan and shifted uncomfortably.
Suddenly, I was eager as fuck to get inside and be alone with this—my woman. It took me all of five seconds to recognize and accept that she was mine. So I’d crash at her place for the next two weeks, but when my house was ready and I moved out, she’d be coming with me.
Right now, I was wrestling with the insistent desire to drop my shit and kiss the hell out of her. But the rational part of my brain that was still slightly functioning—barely—reminded me that it would probably scare the fuck out of her, and she’d never let me near her again.
That would make things a little awkward since her best friend and mine were together…and that was when I remembered that Jordan was still standing beside me.
I dragged my gaze to his face and gave him a meaningful look. “Consider the debt paid in full. Now leave.”
4
Marleigh
I vaguely noticed Jordan roaring with laughter, but I was too stunned by my reaction to my new roommate to pay him any attention. I hadn’t thought much about what Jordan’s best friend would look like when Wrenley told me he was moving in for two weeks. The last thing I expected was to be wildly attracted to the guy.
My fingers itched to run through his thick red hair, and I could picture myself staring into his deep green eyes for hours on end. He was almost a full foot taller than me, and with all those lean muscles, it would be so easy for him to pick me up to move me wherever he wanted. Like in a bed. With him.
I shook my head, trying to clear the images of the two of us tangled up together that were running through my mind. Judging by the heat in his green orbs, I figured he might have been experiencing something similar.
Stretching his long arm toward me, he extended his hand. When my palm slid against his, I felt a spark jump from him to me. “Hey, Marleigh. I’m Clay Hensen. Your…new roommate.”
I wondered why he paused like that, but Jordan interrupted my train of thought when he asked, “You good with showing him the place?”
I dragged my gaze away from the hottest man I’d ever seen to meet Jordan’s eyes. “Pardon?”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He dropped the bags and boxes he was carrying and clapped Clay on the back. “I think it’s safe to say that the debt is more than paid in full. You owe me now.”
When he turned to stride away, my focus snapped back to Clay. “I don’t know Jordan very well, but that seemed weird.”
“Don’t worry about him,” he reassured me with a smile that made him even more attractive. “We’ve been friends for a long time, so it sometimes sounds like we’re speaking in code because of all our inside jokes. I’m sure it’s the same for you and Wrenley, right?”
“I guess so,” I agreed, still feeling like I was missing something that had just happened.
“And he was a little grumpy because I made him help me bring my shit over,” he explained.
“Oh! Um…do you want any help with your stuff since Jordan just bailed on you?” I offered.
“Nope.” He flashed me a sexy grin as he lifted the duffel he was carrying in his right hand, his biceps bulging. “All I need you to do is show me where you want me.”
I swallowed hard to keep myself from blurting out that anywhere with a flat surface would do.