Those delicious cocoa eyes take another roll around his obnoxious skull, making my mouth water and core clench.
“I didn’t break in. I have a key.”
“Who gave you a key?”
He resumes prowling toward me. “Your roommateismy sister.”
I retreat two more steps. “Kenzie hates you too. No way she’d give you a key.”
“Too?” He cricks his head to the side and grins. Both of his friggin’ dimples pop, sending a blast of heat straight to my ovaries. “That implies someone else hates me.”
“You’re brighter than you look,” I quip.
His eyes and voice heat. “You don’t hate me, Lila.”
My legs freeze, no longer backing me away from him. I try my dandiest to force them to move, but they won’t. My body is under his control. Probably the dimples.
And he knows it.
“Yeah-yes, I do. I hate you.” I nod overzealously. “It just so happens I’m the founder and president of theReed Hayes Hate Club. Florida chapter. Membership is way up.”
He licks his dumb lips. “You didn’t hate me the last time we were alone together.”
I feign confusion, letting my eyes search the ceiling. “Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten all about that night. Probably because of how unmemorable it was.” I shrug, acting like I don’t relive it every day.
He stops a foot away from me, looking me up and down. “If I were to frisk you, would I find any weapons?”
Excuse me. The nerve of this guy. He’s using that deep voiceandthose smoldering eyes along withbothhis dimples? And now he’s adding innuendo while threatening to feel me up?
That’s low. Even for a gutter-dwelling rat like him.
“Other than the vase,” he adds through a tight-lipped grin as he reaches for it.
Knowing it’s a pointless weapon, I pass it to him. But I roll out my lower lip when I do it so he knows I’m doing it under protest. He probably still thinks I’m a petulant child anyhow, so I might as well embrace the pouting.
Nonsense bursts from my mouth. “I bet you count your eyelashes for fun.”
Reaching to the side, he sets the vase down on the credenza. I use the brief moment when his eyes aren’t on me to take stock of the situation.
He’s in my home. Uninvited. Unwanted. And likely about to haul me to jail.
Plus, he’s using myformercrush on him to lure me into a confession.
Sadly, my reprieve doesn’t last, and those beautiful brown eyes burn into me a second later. And just like that, I can’t remember ever hating him.
Wait.Yes,I can remember it.
I blink free from the hold he has on me and exit his space bubble. “What are you doing here?”
“I want to talk to you.”
I hit him with my most plastic smile. “I hope you’re a fan of disappointment. I have nothing to say to you.”
“That’s not what you told me earlier tonight.”
My head draws back. “Huh? I think you need to get your hearing or head checked. I most certainly didn’t say anything of the sort.”
“Not with your words, Lila.”
