The song blares two more times.
I cross the room in three strides and pick up the phone. Dad and Adrian's photo lights up on the screen.
My stomach drops.
I don't answer. I toss it in her oversized bag. "Eat. You need protein."
"You don't want to talk to my father?" she taunts.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
Her lips twitch. She saunters over to the couch, sits down, and daintily eats a piece of steak. She chews, tilts her head, and coos, "Mmm."
My cock throbs with fresh, hot blood.
She swallows, licks her lips, and says, "Aren't you going to eat? I made you a rib eye, too."
A knock slams against the front door.
I nearly jump out of my skin.
Blue's eyes turn to slits, with anger misfiring where curiosity used to be. "Are you expecting someone?"
Her jealousy steadies me. The turmoil inside me eases. If she's jealous, she's invested enough to care who touches my world and who doesn't. It lands with new fire in my core.
I straighten, my instincts snapping into place. I put a blanket over her. "Stay here. Don't move."
"You don't want me answering your door naked?" she smirks.
Another knock hits again, and my body reacts before my mind finishes the thought.
Adrenaline sharpens everything while sound compresses. The room narrows to the door, and the woman behind me, who shouldn't be here.
"Stay," I tell her, already moving.
Her chin lifts, eyes bright, pulse unmistakable even from across the room.
Danger lights her up.
She's too damn sexy.
I need therapy myself.
I reach the door and pause, bracing my hand on the wood. I lean in and check the peephole first, praying it's not her father.
Cloud?
My new neighbor stands in the hallway, her hair piled on top of her head, weight shifted to one hip, like she's halfway between casual and concerned.
Relief and panic collide in my chest. I close my eyes for half a second, then go near Blue, quietly ordering, "Blue, bedroom. Now."
She doesn't move.
I add in a firm mumble, "Take off your heels. Stay quiet." I spin and go to the door, looking out the peephole again.
