Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“No worries there,” she says sweetly, practically skipping toward the door. “I’m not wearing any.”
The breath hisses from my lungs just as the door to the apartment slams shut.
Oh, no she didn’t!
But yeah…yeah, she did.
Fuck!
26
DAISY
The apartment is dark when I return. My lips curve remembering the pissed off look on Carter’s face when I told him that I was going out. Even though I didn’t catch his expression when I dropped the panty bomb, I have a pretty good idea what it looked like.
Carter wants to pretend that we never hooked up?
That’s fine.
Two can play that game.
I can’t tell you just how satisfying it was to knock him off balance. Carter Prescott is used to being chased by the women of BU. He’s used to holding all the power. Well, that’s not going to happen with this girl.
On the way to the bedroom, I slip off my heels and glance down the hallway. Both Carter and Noah’s doors are closed. I assume my cousin returned from his trip with Ashley. Once I’m in my room, I close the door and throw my purse and heels in the corner. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told Carter that I was going out on a date.
I did.
With Alex.
He stopped by the table Olivia and I’d been studying at this afternoon and we chatted for about ten minutes before he asked if I was interested in getting together. My first inclination had been to say no. But then I thought…why shouldn’t I go out?
Carter made it perfectly clear this morning that us getting physical had been a mistake. So, there was no reason for me not to go out with a cute guy who has potential. Right?
Exactly.
We ended up grabbing dinner and seeing a movie. It was casual and low key. Alex fits the profile I usually go for. Tall, athletic, and nice looking. Added bonus, he has dimples. He was the perfect gentleman and didn’t try to get all touchy feely. What I really liked was his sense of humor. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect guy.
Or first date.
And yet it wasn’t.
A certain dark-haired football player dominated most of my thoughts which was annoying as hell. Carter is the last person I want to dwell on. Especially since I’m nothing more than a regrettable decision on his part.
Well, screw him.
I turn on the bedside light and strip off my shirt. As I do, a movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention and I nearly jump out of my skin. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream when my gaze lands on the guy stretched out on top of the comforter.
Carter bolts up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Calm down, it’s just me.”
“What are you doing in here?” I whisper-shout as my heart thrashes under my breast.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
Is he trying to give me a heart attack?
He ignores the question. “Who were you out with?”
Oh…
So, we’re back to this again.
Figures.
I fold my arms across my chest and glare as the adrenalin dissipates from my body. “No one you know.” Before he’s able to fire off any other questions, I add, “And, more importantly, it’s none of your business.”
Carter rises to his feet and towers over me.
“What are you doing, Daisy?” His eyes narrow. “Is this some sort of game you’re playing?”
My mouth falls open.
A game?
Seriously?
“Excuse me? You were very clear about your feelings this morning. What did you think was going to happen when you told me you weren’t interested? That I was going to sit around and mope? Maybe pine away for you?” I shake my head and press my lips together before adding, “You know me better than that.”
He slides both hands into his hair and spins away so his back is turned toward me. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Why do you have to make this so difficult?”
“I’m not doing anything.”
He swings around again. His big body moves with the fluid grace of an athlete. But it’s the way his eyes spark with heat that holds me captive.
“Yeah, you are.” His gaze drops to my lips and he shakes his head. “This can’t happen, Daisy. We discussed it.”
I’m over this conversation. I don’t want to keep rehashing the same thing. It does neither of us any good.
“Okay.” I shrug. “I’m not sure why you felt the need to stop by and clarify that for me, but I’ve got it. Message received loud and clear.” I turn my back and unhook my bra. A surge of gratification rushes through me as he rasps out a strangled sound. I throw a glance over my shoulder. “If that’s all you came here to say, feel free to leave.”
He watches me with a tortured expression on his face.