More observant than I would’ve guessed, but his tensed shoulders at the idea of going into a crawl spacegave me the answer I needed anyway.
He nodded towards the front door.“Check the peephole. They're probably gone.”
With a shrug, I peeked through the peephole. A woman in her mid-fifties was gesturing angrily at my front door. Next to her stood a man with brown hair and a polo shirt that read “RegalApartmentsManagement”.
The man was absently jangling an oversized keyring as she continued ranting.She finally stopped and looked at him pointedly.He shrugged and began flicking through his phone.The woman’s nose pinched up.Without even glancing up from his phone, he walked away.
She stared at him for a moment, her expression growing angrier. Shaking her head, the woman stomped into an apartment three doors down. Even though I was tempted to rush out the door, I waited.
A minute later, thewomanburst out of her apartment with a lawn chair wedged into hersweat-dampenedarmpit. She unfolded the plastic chair andplacedit in front of her apartment door. Facing towards our apartment.
I stepped away from the door, and whispered to Sebastian,“It looks like we’ll be stuck here awhile.” I couldn’t hold back my groan.
“That doesn’t sound so terrible,” he said while slowly easing off his suit jacket. His eyes darkened as he slowly stripped the jacket from his body.
Chapter 8
Sebastian tossedhis suit jacket over his shoulders, but all I could focus on was the way his arm muscles tightened against his white button-down shirt.
“Feel free to make yourself more comfortable,” he said,his eyesflickeringover myterry clothsweatshirt.Those words shook me out of my trance. God, he waltzed intomyspace, and acted like he owns the place. Fucking asshole.
Now, I felt like adding more layers just to spite him. But Ifinally had cleanly washed clothes and was freshly showered. I didn’t want to ruin that, especially since the second that woman cleared out, I’d have to go find a replacement home.
I groaned as I flopped down onto the striped living room couch. With my history of housing, the next place likely wouldn’t even have running water, let alone cable. I glared at Sebastian as Ireached for the tv remote and pressed the power button.
Ignoringmy look, Sebastian sat down next to me, and watched as Molly the medical intern opened a patient up on the table.
“Wouldn’t have guessed this would be what you wanted to watch,” he said while unbuttoning the buttons around his wrists. He pushed up his sleeves to expose tanned, built forearms, and I forced my attention back to the television.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” And it’d be better if it stayed that way.
“Try me.”
Hmm, it would be good to know how much information he’d dug up on me.“Fine:my favorite pizza.”
“If you’re in the city, it’s Joe’s. If you’re in Brooklyn, you always hike over to Julianna’s. Although, if you’re already in Brooklyn Heights, I don’t know why you wouldn’t go with-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I snorted. “It's so obvious you grew up in Connecticut.”
“Sounds like someone’s done their research on me. I thought you weren’t interested in my offer,” he said.
“I’mnot.”
“Soyou’re just interested in me.”
God, I wanted to smack that smirk off his face.
“I just wanted to find out who I’d be killing if you kept harassing me,” I said.
His smirkdeepened.“We both know you aren’t going to kill me. Plus you like me, just admit it.”
“I most definitely do not like you,” I growled.
“If you say so,” he said, flashing that same condescendinglook from earlier.
I glared at him, and hechuckled.Fucking chuckled.I’d thrown that same glare at seasoned enforcers, and they’d looked at me like I was peeling their fingernails from their skin.
“I’m enjoying this game. What question do you want me to answer next?” he asked.
