Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I press my lips together, and he sighs deeply. “Now that we have taken your weapon and we’ve decided I’m not an intruder—”
“I’m still deciding,” I assert, and he flashes me a dark look.
He sighs. “How would you like to proceed?”
“Proceed?”
He nods. “I’m exhausted, and I have an early morning. I don’t feel like arguing or dueling with you all night over the territory that is this apartment.”
“I mean, I was here first.”
He makes a face. “No, I was. That’s why you moved my boxes,” he says with a flourish of his hand, and then I realize that he was here first. Shit. “It’s fine. Thanks for cleaning up. Makes my life easier.”
“That wasn’t my intent. I made a call to have everything removed tomorrow.”
His eyes narrow. “Well, good thing I came home and got my ass beat, huh?”
The way he says home does something to my insides. It’s an odd sensation. One I don’t understand. “I guess so,” I somehow get out.
“So…” He trails off. “Can I go to bed without you trying to kill me?”
If I thought he said home in a way that had my insides doing something, the way he says bed makes it even worse. What the hell is wrong with me? I must be exhausted. “I have no intention of killing you.”
“Good. Since you already killed my Xbox,” he says, stepping back and crossing his arms. I go to apologize again, but he holds up his hand. “Yeah, I get it. You’re sorry.”
“Ish.”
He squints at me. “Ish?”
“Sorry-ish. You scared me. I have to protect myself.”
“What are you even doing here? Why are you staying in player housing? Who are you?”
I jerk my head back. “That was a lot of questions.”
“And I think, as my roommate, you should answer them.”
“Not your roommate,” I remind him, ignoring the tingling in my chest. “And I thought you were tired?”
“You are, and I am, but I’m also curious.”
I gulp, and for some reason, I answer his curiosity. “I am shadowing Shelli. I’m the GM of the new farm team in Knoxville.”
He seems impressed. “Well, that’s a huge turn of events. How did I get so lucky to share an apartment with the GM of the Knoxville Bears?”
“We aren’t sharing an apartment,” I correct him, holding his gaze. “And I don’t know. As we’ve both stated, there is a huge misunderstanding.”
“True. But just some advice,” he says, leaning in. I take a step back. “Pretty sure a GM isn’t supposed to hit the players,” he says with a wink.
“You’re not one of my players.”
“No, I’m not,” he says, his eyes traveling along my body. I know my legs are exposed; I swear, I feel naked under his gaze.
I cross my legs then, not sure what that hides, but I feel better as I look away. “Um, excuse me.”
“What? You’re the one with only a T-shirt and eye mask on.”
I glare. “I have on underwear.”
“But no bra.”
Heat creeps up my neck because he’s not wrong. If I am to be his roommate, I need to get some sleep clothes that cover me from head to toe. I ignore the heat in his eyes before I choke out, “So, yeah. Um…I guess we’ll figure this out tomorrow?”
“We can.”
Confused, I ask, “We can?”
“We can, if you want. I’m fine having a female roommate,” he says, those damn dimples distracting as hell as he shrugs. “Especially a violent one whose eye mask tells me she feels stabby.”
I rip off the eye mask, wishing it could be a blanket. “I’m not violent. You broke in.”
Before I correct myself, he says, “With my key.”
“Well, I thought you broke in,” I retort, and he chuckles as he backs away, his eyes on me. “I had to protect myself.”
“And you did that, for sure,” he teases. “But you didn’t have to. I promise, I wouldn’t have hurt you.”
I believe him, but I can’t risk his knowing that. “So, we’ll talk to Elli and Shelli tomorrow?”
Like before, he just grins at me, the top of his lip hidden by his mustache. His voice is so deep, so full of spice and a bit of honey. “As I said, we can. I’m good with this arrangement, especially since I don’t want to stress Elli or Shelli out. Shelli hates me, and Elli has done me a lot of favors.”
Shit. I feel the same, and Peepaw told me not to cause any issues. Especially when they’re giving me a free place to live and training me at no cost to him. The Adlers are bending over backward for me, and this mistake must have been made because there is no other housing. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
But…what the hell—I can’t live with him. I don’t even know him. It’s inappropriate, and if my peepaw found out, he’d lose his mind. Jesus, I don’t know what to do.