such a creep.”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t do it after our brief meeting
at Club 69.” He laughs at my horrified expression. “Come on, Ava. Stop the
double standards.”
My face catches fire. I can’t deny his statement. I’m too
bad of a liar, and he’s too full of himself to believe me.
Without waiting for a reply, Kellan turns and leaves,
calling over his shoulder from the door, “If you need someone to help with your
bags, you’ll find me upstairs. In my bedroom.”
The invitation’s there. Unspoken but obvious.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I mutter, and then I head outside
to grab my bags, my body hot against the chilly wind. At least, the rain has
stopped.
CHAPTER SIX
Don’t ever let your
guard down with a guy like him, unless you don’t mind him dirty-talking his way
into your panties.
I toss my pen on the bed, pondering if I should mention the
jerk in my diary.
Because that’s exactly what he’s been so far, and he’s
proved it on numerous occasions.
As I heaved my suitcase up the stairs, Kellan just stood
there, watching me from the door with a smug grin. Even though he kept quiet
for a change, I knew he was checking me out, his eyes as dark and hooded as the
night we first met. I walked past holding my head high, making sure not to
touch him, even though I could feel him with every inch of my body.
My skin is still prickling from his gaze.
God, I can’t get his name out of my head: Kellan, Kellan,
Kellan—
He’s in every thought. He’s officially occupied my entire
brain space, and I don’t even know him.
A knock sounds at my door. I sit up straight and push the
diary under my pillow just before the door opens and Mandy’s head pops in.
“Can I come in?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I tuck my legs under me as I watch her close the
door and then settle on my bed.
The quizzical look from before is still etched on her face.
“You okay?”
“I’m tired,” I say, fighting the urge to ask where Kellan’s
gone. This is the right time to talk about him, but for some reason, I can’t
bring myself to. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in the light of day he won’t look so
damn hot and this stupid attraction will be gone.
“We should get some rest. It’s been a long day. Kellan’s
invited us to stay the night,” Mandy says, wriggling her brows meaningfully.
I doubt ‘invited’ is the right word. He probably felt he
couldn’t possibly throw us out, in case we wouldn’t make it through the night
and he’d have to live with his conscience forever. Or maybe his big ego can’t
take rejection and he’s still harboring the strange notion that I will bed him if he’s being obnoxious
about it hard enough. But instead of sharing my thoughts with her, I just nod.
“Where are you sleeping?” I ask, ready to change the subject.
Mandy motions for me to follow her and leads us down the
hall to a closed door. “The bathroom’s in here,” she says, as though she’s the
host and I’m her visitor. “I’m next door.” She points to the adjacent door and
opens it. Inside, I can see that her suitcase is already waiting to be
unpacked.
He must have shown her to her room and helped her with the
luggage.
The thought stings even though there’s no surprise there.
She’s hot; she’s confident and a hell of a lot of fun. The word ‘rejection’
doesn’t feature in Mandy’s dictionary, and I doubt Kellan’s going to be the
exception to the rule. He’ll see that he’s been going for the wrong friend in
no time.
Which makes my blatant physical attraction to him all the
more annoying.
“He’s making us dinner,” Mandy says casually as she unzips
her bag.
“Swell,” I mutter. “Can he also make us wine?” Preferably a
whole keg so I can drink myself to sleep and don’t have to think about him anymore.
“I don’t think grapes grow in Montana. The weather’s not
ideal.”
I shoot Mandy a sideways glance.
“Oh,” she says. “You weren’t serious.” She nudges me
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t do it after our brief meeting
at Club 69.” He laughs at my horrified expression. “Come on, Ava. Stop the
double standards.”
My face catches fire. I can’t deny his statement. I’m too
bad of a liar, and he’s too full of himself to believe me.
Without waiting for a reply, Kellan turns and leaves,
calling over his shoulder from the door, “If you need someone to help with your
bags, you’ll find me upstairs. In my bedroom.”
The invitation’s there. Unspoken but obvious.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I mutter, and then I head outside
to grab my bags, my body hot against the chilly wind. At least, the rain has
stopped.
CHAPTER SIX
Don’t ever let your
guard down with a guy like him, unless you don’t mind him dirty-talking his way
into your panties.
I toss my pen on the bed, pondering if I should mention the
jerk in my diary.
Because that’s exactly what he’s been so far, and he’s
proved it on numerous occasions.
As I heaved my suitcase up the stairs, Kellan just stood
there, watching me from the door with a smug grin. Even though he kept quiet
for a change, I knew he was checking me out, his eyes as dark and hooded as the
night we first met. I walked past holding my head high, making sure not to
touch him, even though I could feel him with every inch of my body.
My skin is still prickling from his gaze.
God, I can’t get his name out of my head: Kellan, Kellan,
Kellan—
He’s in every thought. He’s officially occupied my entire
brain space, and I don’t even know him.
A knock sounds at my door. I sit up straight and push the
diary under my pillow just before the door opens and Mandy’s head pops in.
“Can I come in?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I tuck my legs under me as I watch her close the
door and then settle on my bed.
The quizzical look from before is still etched on her face.
“You okay?”
“I’m tired,” I say, fighting the urge to ask where Kellan’s
gone. This is the right time to talk about him, but for some reason, I can’t
bring myself to. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in the light of day he won’t look so
damn hot and this stupid attraction will be gone.
“We should get some rest. It’s been a long day. Kellan’s
invited us to stay the night,” Mandy says, wriggling her brows meaningfully.
I doubt ‘invited’ is the right word. He probably felt he
couldn’t possibly throw us out, in case we wouldn’t make it through the night
and he’d have to live with his conscience forever. Or maybe his big ego can’t
take rejection and he’s still harboring the strange notion that I will bed him if he’s being obnoxious
about it hard enough. But instead of sharing my thoughts with her, I just nod.
“Where are you sleeping?” I ask, ready to change the subject.
Mandy motions for me to follow her and leads us down the
hall to a closed door. “The bathroom’s in here,” she says, as though she’s the
host and I’m her visitor. “I’m next door.” She points to the adjacent door and
opens it. Inside, I can see that her suitcase is already waiting to be
unpacked.
He must have shown her to her room and helped her with the
luggage.
The thought stings even though there’s no surprise there.
She’s hot; she’s confident and a hell of a lot of fun. The word ‘rejection’
doesn’t feature in Mandy’s dictionary, and I doubt Kellan’s going to be the
exception to the rule. He’ll see that he’s been going for the wrong friend in
no time.
Which makes my blatant physical attraction to him all the
more annoying.
“He’s making us dinner,” Mandy says casually as she unzips
her bag.
“Swell,” I mutter. “Can he also make us wine?” Preferably a
whole keg so I can drink myself to sleep and don’t have to think about him anymore.
“I don’t think grapes grow in Montana. The weather’s not
ideal.”
I shoot Mandy a sideways glance.
“Oh,” she says. “You weren’t serious.” She nudges me
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