forearms, and especially on the taut ass encased in those jeans.
She followed him up the stairs, her gaze helplessly drawn to his powerful thighs.
With some difficulty, she swallowed around a dry mouth. She still couldn’t believe she
was accompanying her fantasy man back to his apartment. Sydney would be expecting
her back with the booze, and instead Hailey walked behind Mr. Tool, caught in a firm
grip promising retribution.
At his door he paused, his eyes darkening with menace. Instead of appearing scary,
he only looked sexier. “Wait right here. You move one step, I’m calling the cops on you
and your peeping friends.”
Frozen, she nodded and waited. As if she had a choice in the matter. She could just
see her name plastered over the local news.Dull and prudish Hailey Jennison caught
peeping at hard-working, blue-collar stiff.At the word “stiff” she inwardly groaned. She
didnotneed to be focused on sex around an angry, half-dressed Adonis who didn’t seem
to have a woman on the horizon.
He jerked his door open and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. From
what she could see through dimmed lights, he had a nice, masculine place. Up close, his
apartment had more charm than she’d seen through his windows. White-washed walls
framed a spacious apartment with brown leather furniture. He had oak hardwood floors,
dark cabinetry that looked extremely expensive and definitely hand-crafted. His small
kitchen was bright and cheery, with an apple-green tile backsplash against white cabinets.
No dishes cluttered the sink, and the rest of his place looked tidy, as if he’d recently
cleaned.
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For a split second she wondered if he had a girlfriend they’d never seen, or worse, if
he might in fact be gay. But Faith had seen him watching porn, she remembered, and
unconsciously glanced toward his windows. She blinked, noting them completely
covered.
“No need to give your friends more of a show than we have to,” he said in a gritty
voice.
