He actually is special, but I refuse to concede that to him. Nico does more than catch baseballs. Last year, he led the league in home runs and has a batting average of 0.362. If you didn’t know, that means he’s insanely good.
I know what you’re thinking.Savannah, this guy cheated on your sister and smashed her heart with a baseball bat. Why the heck do you know his stats?
Because I work with his sister, and sometimes I overhear her talking to Stacy, our head nurse—who is a diehard Evaders fan—about this stuff.
“True.” He takes a small step closer to me as his eyes search my face. Some sort of emotion flashes in his eyes.
Does he knowwho I am?
My pulse speeds up at the thought. Distracting myself from his closeness, I ask, “Are you going to tell me about the card or not?”
“I don’t know yet.” The jerk smirks at me.
“You’re annoying.”
Nico barks a gruff laugh at my insult, and the sound reverberates deep in my chest, making my skin pimple and my panties slick with desire.
What the hell, body?We do not like this man.
“So hostile. I guess I’m going to keep the secret of the black card to myself. For now.” I watch him slip the card into the back pocket of his snug, fitted jeans.
“Whatever.” The elevator dings our arrival, and the doors swing open.
He holds out his hand. “After you, beautiful.”
“Don’t call me that, Nicolas,” I snap, refusing to call him by his given name. I stomp out of the elevator and down the hallway to my apartment.
How dare he act all smooth and flirtatious with me?
I know the real him. He’s nothing but a playboy with a mile-long list of women willing to spend the night in his bed. I am not one of those women.
“It’s Nico, but I think you know that.”
“That’s what I said.” I press my thumb on the automatic door lock. Because, yeah, this place is fancy like that, and I love it.
“I see how it is. What should I call you if I can’t call you beautiful?” Nico calls out as I reach my door.
The anger burning me up has me reacting without thinking, and my name slips past my lips before I can stop myself.
“Savannah,” I snap.None of your damn businessis what I should have said.
Why the hell did I tell him my name?
Nico slowly repeats my name to himself, like he’s tasting each syllable on his tongue for good measure. “See you around, vicious.”
My head snaps in his direction, unsure if I heard him correctly. The jack-hole smirks at me and slips into his apartment before I can tell him off.
“It’s Savannah,” I shout out into an empty corridor.
“That’s what I said,” he hollers from the other side of his door.
Dammit, he’s infuriating.
My dream of going onto the balcony to watch the sunset is dashed as I stare at my irritatingly hot neighbor’s door. I can’t go out there knowing he’s so close.
How am I supposed to live next door to that man?
More importantly, how am I going to tell my sister who my new neighbor is?
