Page 35 of The Roommate Problem
He scrubbed his hand down his face, the heat in his gaze scorching her from across the room as those hazel beauties focused on her. Oh boy. Did it just get a million degrees warmer in here? It was pretty cool of him to look away and let her know of her clothing mishap. A lot of guys would have taken advantage and looked their fill. Not August. He resisted the sweet temptation her bare breasts had offered. Class act. She had to give it to the guy.
And she would. If she thought he’d be agreeable.
“So,” she said, dragging her finger across the neckline of her shirt, internally pumping her fist as August’s gaze followed. “Are we going to talk about this chemistry thing between us?”
His eyes snapped up to hers, an internal struggle of massive proportions happening in them. But he didn’t say anything, just turned and stormed down the hallway.
“Guess not.”
She bent down to gather her wedges, slipping the shoes on before heading out her bedroom door to the front of the apartment.
“Where are you going?” August demanded as she reached the front door.
Oh, he was in a tizzy, wasn’t he? His own fault. She was more than willing to talk about or even engage in this heat thing happening between them. He was the stubborn one. Once she realized that, it made all her earlier anger and frustration melt away. Or maybe it was seeing August all riled up. Call her sick, but seeing the calm and collected man out of sorts gave her a gleeful sort of thrill.
Doing her best to hide her smile, she grabbed her cell and wallet, stuffing them into her mini-crossbody clutch and sliding the strap over her head. She lifted her chin and glanced at him over her shoulder.
“I’m going out.”
“Where?”
His voice was a growl. Deep and fierce and so sexy, she nearly melted into a puddle of need right there.
“I don’t have to answer to you, August Porter.”
And with that, she headed out the door and into the night.
