Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“We didn’t have sex,” I murmur.
Jamie squints. “What?”
“We didn’t have sex. That’s breaking the rules. We can’t have sex with other housemates. That’s the rule. But if you orgasmed, I’ll keep it between us.” It’s not the right time to smirk or taunt her, but I can’t help it. I live for getting a reaction out of her.
She balls up her hands. “Get. In. The. Jeep.”
Chapter Ten
JAYMES
Calvin kissed me.
CALVIN KISSED ME!
I loved it because I wanted it. I hated it because I shouldn’t have wanted it.
What was he thinking? What was I thinking? I started to kiss him back.
The only upside to the kiss is Fitz’s guilt.
It’s been two weeks since the party, and he’s not said anything about it. It’s like it didn’t happen, except for his random acts of kindness.
He folded my clothes last week. After it snowed, he cleared a path from the house to my Jeep and dusted the snow from my roof and windows. A few days ago, he made his famous chili and put some in a thermos for me to take to work for lunch. Yesterday, I made a torte, and he washed all the dishes.
If he’s not careful, I might marry him.
Conversely, I don’t get more than a few words from him, the occasional glance, and a polite smile.
He thought I was drunk, so he kissed me to make a point. So what? It was just a kiss.
A kiss I can’t forget.
“Is there something going on between you and Fitz?” Will shoots me a questioning glance while tossing a bag of popcorn into the microwave just as I slip on my boots to head to bed.
Shit!
I clear my throat. “Going on?”
“Maren mentioned it. She thinks he’s doing nice things for you.”
I stiffen while trying to slide my hands casually into my pockets. “Is being considerate a crime?”
“No.” Will turns, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “But sleeping with a housemate is a crime. It’s a hard rule.”
I cough a laugh. “No. Rest assured—I’m not sleeping with Calvin. Honestly, I think he’s trying to butter me up so I don’t retaliate. I have yet to get proper revenge for some of the shenanigans he pulled on me.”
Will offers me a sheepish grin. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be a dick. I’m just trying to keep the peace around here.”
“You’re not a dick. You’re one of my three favorite people in this house.” I blow him a kiss before opening the door.
He chuckles. “Night, Jamie.”
“Returning to Miami yet?” Melissa asks the second I answer the phone on my way home from work the next day.
“Not yet. But I miss you like crazy. How are you?”
“Lonely.”
“Stop guilting me.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “I’m good. There’s a new PA in our department. He’s my future husband. I just don’t know how to break it to his wife.”
“You’re not a home-wrecker.”
“I would have said that, too, but he’s funny and smart. And kind. Gah! A nice guy. Jamie, do you have any idea how rare that is?”
“I do. And I’m sure his wife does too.” I pull into the Good Food Store’s parking lot to grab a few items.
“I’m not really going to steal him, but he’s going to star in all of my sex dreams, and I’m not even going to feel guilty about it.”
“I’ll allow that.” I giggle while unbuckling.
“What about you? Are you still a Montana virgin?”
I adjust my earbuds and head into the store. “What exactly is that?”
“If you haven’t had sex in Montana, then you’re a Montana virgin.”
“Who told you that?” I pluck a basket from the stack and hook it over my arm.
“I have original material. I came up with that.”
“Then yes, I still have my Montana v-card.”
“Nooo! Say it isn’t so. Why be a travel nurse if you’re not going to take advantage of meaningless sex in all fifty states?”
I inspect the apples before sliding several into a bag. “If you must know, Calvin kissed me after a party. He thought I was drunk, and he tried to make his point by kissing me.”
“Oh my god. How is that making a point?”
“He said I wouldn’t have let him kiss me if I were sober.”
“But you did?”
I smile at the guy next to me who grabs a mango. When he turns and heads back to his cart, I lower my voice. “It’s not like I had a choice. He didn’t ask me. One minute, my head was on his chest, and the next, my face was in his hands, and his lips were on mine.”
“Wait. Why was your head on his chest?”
“Just . . . it’s not what you think. The point is, I didn’t let him do anything.”
“Was it good?”
“What?” I stroll toward the bulk aisle for trail mix.
“Was the kiss good?”
“It was quick and unexpected. It was . . . weird and awkward.”