Her eyes widened for half a second before she let out a mocking laugh.
“You sure do justice to your looks. Arrogant and cocky asshole who thinks every woman is just waiting to drop her panties at a smirk.” She took a step back, her chin tilted, her eyes gleaming with a challenge. “Newsflash, Romeo. I’ve met your type. Boring by round two.”
She was fucking fire.
I might sound cocky, but the truth is, my blue eyes, blond hair, and six-foot frame of pure muscle didn’t exactly hurt. Women fawned and drooled. They always did. But her? She didn’t just resist the charm; she was completely immune to it.
The corner of my lips curved up, wondering what it would take to leave an impression on her, to make her realize I’m anything but boring. Hell, to have her screaming my name, begging for more even after round two. Images of me buried between her sexy legs flashed through my mind, but I shoved those horny thoughts aside for a moment and held out my hand. “Landon Hayes.”
She didn’t take it. Just stared at my hand like it might bite, one perfectly arched brow lifting.
“Well, you did call me out, and no woman has ever done that before,” I added, dropping my hand as I tucked it into my jeans pocket. I already knew she wouldn’t take it. “Don’t I at least get the name of the woman who has managed to impress the hell out of me?”
Her lips curved, slow and lethal. “Anna Delgado.” Her gaze flicked over my shoulder before she added, “The roommate of the woman whose room you just stepped out of.”
God, this woman was something else.
“Damn. Small world,” I said, still grinning.
“Uncomfortably small. Hope I’m not unlucky enough to bump into you again,” she shot back, tilting her head with that icy little smile, then brushed past me without a second glance.
But instead of walking away, I turned and stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at her back as she disappeared into the room to the left. The bite in her voice hit hard, and I fucking felt it everywhere.
God, I’d been with my share of hot girls than I could count. But why the hell was I still thinking about this one… for longer than five fucking minutes?
Right on cue, my mind screamed the obvious. I was screwed.
The sharp ping of my phone snaps me back to the present. I grab it off the counter, my thumb swiping across the screen to find a text from my best friend from college.
Tony:Yo, brother. Crashing at your place for a few days. Got sick of wrangling shit at my dad’s ranch. I need some city life, and a hell of a lot of partying.
I snort. Of course, Tony would invite himself over. Typical… the same old Tony.
Grinning, I type back.
Me:Come over. Door is always open.
The moment I place the phone back on the counter and pick up my coffee mug, I hear the soft shuffle of footsteps behind me. I look up to see Anna walk into the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy bun with a few loose strands framing her face, her robe hanging loosely around her waist, and her eyes still heavy with sleep. She gives me a sweet smile in that effortless way only she can manage. And damn if it doesn’t hit me right in the chest.
“Morning,” she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before moving toward the kettle.
“Tony’s coming over,” I say, taking a sip of the coffee.
Her hand pauses on the cupboard handle as she turns to look at me. “Tony, your college friend?”
“Yeah,” I say, keeping it casual. “He’s staying for a few days.”
Though with Tony, I know a few days could easily turn into a week, but I don’t mention that. No point stirring the pot this early in the morning. It’ll only turn into an argument, and I’m not in the mood to play defense.
She sighs, letting her hand fall from the cupboard, then turns to face me fully.
“You’re just telling me this now?”
I pull in a deep breath. Here we go.
“I just found out myself. He texted barely five minutes ago.” I hold her gaze, hoping that small truth is enough to keep this from spiraling.
“And you said yes?”
