“No need to be rude. I pulled a double shift and haven’t slept inover 48 hours.”
I’m not unfamiliar with being exhausted, but putting something in the oven when you’re too tired to pay attention is a poor excuse for almost burning down a kitchen. She should know better. Even though I’m pissed at her for being reckless, I’m glad the fire wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
I roll my eyes at her. “Make yourself useful and open the patio door.”
“Watch it, baseball boy. You do not get to bark orders at me.” She wags her pretty little finger at me, and the insolent tone in her voice perks my dick up. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to overcome my irritation from my headache and the high-pitched sound of the fire alarm.
A sharp pain gets me behind the eyes, and fuck… I want to get the fuck home.
“Fine. Die from smoke inhalation,” I snap at her, waving my arms around at the smoke lingering in the air.
She growls and gives me the finger, making my cock even harder, but does what I ask.
I watch her ass sway as she waltzes through the living room and opens the glass door that leads to the patio. With a whoosh, it does what I wanted it to do and sucks the smoke out of the room and into the night.
With most of the acrid smoke gone, I can smell Savannah’s sunshine scent. It’s all flowery and sweet, and a little fruity. It makes my mouth water and my cock hard.
What the fuck?
Grabbing a pillow off the couch, I fan the overhead alarm, helping to get rid of the acrid air, until it stops beeping.
“Thank you,” Savannah grits like it pains her to say the words.
She’s prickly, and I find her attitude beyond interesting. More than interesting. Her anger strangely turns me the fuck on.
I don’t know what that’s about, but I’m definitely intrigued. I’ve never met a woman like her before. Usually, women areinterested in me for two reasons: to sleep with a baseball player or marry a baseball player.
I don’t get either of those vibes from Savannah.
I’d be a liar if I said the former wasn’t a little disappointing. Yeah, I really need to get out of here and get away from this line of thinking…and Savannah.
“You’re welcome.” I throw the pillow onto the sofa and look around her apartment. It feels a little like mine. Sparsely decorated and simple.
A fluffy gray sectional sits in her living room. It looks like a comfy-as-hell cloud covered in varying shades of blue pillows and blankets. No wonder she fell asleep.
There are only two things hanging on the wall. A cool-as-fuck painting of a blue butterfly and a small flat-screen TV. I watch a group of women in thongs take turns sliding down a fire pole while a group of men dressed in cheesy-as-fuck firefighter costumes cheer them on.
“What the fuck is that?”
Savannah rushes to the remote and turns off the television. “Ignore that. It’s just a silly dating show.”
I make a face at her. Of course, I know the show. I grew up in a house full of women who love dating shows. My cousins have an entire chat group dedicated to watching this show. I also know these are last season’s episodes, but I keep that to myself.
“I’m not talking aboutAmorIsland. I’m talking about the TV. That has got to be the smallest fucking flat screen I’ve ever seen.”
“Hey, don’t insult my TV.”
“That is not a TV. That’s like the tiniest TV and a tablet had a baby.” I point to her flat screen. “You could do better.”
“If you’re done insulting me and my TV, you can go now.”
Getting out of here sounds like a great idea. I rub my temples and sigh. “Promise not to start any more fires?”
“I already told you it was an accident. No need to be an ass about it.”
My eye twitches. I can already tell this woman is going to drive me crazy.
“Make sure you tell the front desk to call maintenance to clean this up.” I don’t wait for whatever sassy comeback she has and exit her apartment.
