The heat that floods me isn’t from anger, it’s something else entirely.
That voice in my head, low and rough, the way he growledtroublewhen—
Shit.
I press my thighs together, trying to kill the thought.
Yeah right, mate. Like you’d actually show up. You don’t even know where I live. I’ll return it to the store later today.
Flynn:Did you just call me mate?
My stomach drops. I laugh, but it’s nervous.
Yes. Why?
Flynn:I’ll be there in fifteen.
My heart stops.
No.
No no no.
He can’t.
I stare at the screen. The room. The door.
“Shit! Oh my God.”
I scramble, tripping over the damn rug as I race to the mirror. I look like I’ve been dragged through a tornado.
He wouldn’t really come, right?
Would he?
He doesn’t know where I—what if Viviana or Kian told him?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I brush my teeth, run a comb through my hair, and add the tiniest bit of blush.
Bra on, brown sweater, black leggings, everything from Viviana’s bag.
The door rings and I jump.
No way that’s him already. It’s only been—
I check my phone.Fifteen minutes.
Shit.
“Yes?” I press the intercom. The camera shows him standing there, hands in his pockets. He looks up.
“Open, Autumn.” His voice is a low growl. My legs clench before I can stop it.
I buzz him in and open the door.
He walks in from the hallway, black tailored suit clinging to his frame. Tattoos creep from under his collar. His green eyes lock on mine and I swear my heart skips a beat.
