“Because you’re complimenting my apartment…”
He arched a dark brow. “Is that not allowed?”
“From you? No.”
“And why is that?”
“We’ve well established our hate for one another,” I said. “I thought that was a given.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have to like you to think you have a nice apartment, do I?”
“No…but you’re making small talk, and it’s fucking weird…”
He laughed as he crossed his arms, his green eyes flashing with amusement; the movement caused me to notice how the fabric of his dress shirt tugged against his broad shoulders and arms. “Weirdhow?”
“Weird because…because it’s justweird!” I snapped.
I watched his lips pull into a smirk. “You seem a little flustered, Morgan.”
“I’m not flustered. Why would I be flustered?”
I knew my response rolled out a little too quickly, and based on the way he tilted his head with a shit-eating grin, it appeared he caught it, too. “Maybe because this is the first time we’ve been alone together since we fucked in the bathroom at The Sandbar.”
My brows slightly rose in surprise at his bluntness, but more so because I hadn’t expected him to mention it.
The truth was, Iwasflustered, and for that very reason. It was like my body remembered him but not the fact that we hated him.Oh, he helped us out last time.I needed it to shut the hell up and stand down because that wasn’t how this worked. So, I went with the only practical option—deny, deny, deny.
“You don’t have to be so damn crass about it.” My arms tightened their hold across my stomach as I scoffed. “And why would I be flustered aboutthat?”
Wesley’s grin broadened. “I could take a stab in the dark and say it’s because you’re thinking about it right now.”
“Am not,” I answered, and once again, it was a little too quickly.
“Oh?” He took a step toward me.
I took a step back. “Yeah…I’m not. Thinking about it, I mean.”
“Ya know…I fell right back into my slump after that last time with you.”
“Sucks to be you.”
“Andyou?” He took another step toward me.
I took another step back, and my ass bumped against the counter. “What about me?”
“Did you officially get out of yourslump?”
“That’s none of your damn business,” I chided.
“So, that would be ano,” he countered, taking another step to bring himself directly in front of me, invading my space. “And it’s been, what? Three months?” He smirked when I let out an annoyed breath that told him he was right. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Notyou,” I quipped, and he chuckled darkly as he held my stare. “We said it wasn’t going to happen again.”
“Yousaid it wasn’t going to happen again.Inever actually said anything of the sort.”
“You silently agreed, and you know it.”
“Even if I did…I think we’re allowed to retract that statement.”
