Page 18 of King of Temptation

But a very large hand stops the swing before it can shut.

Leo pushes the door open and slides into my room, closing it behind him.

I stare at him, my mouth surely agape. This is my room…what does he think he’s doing? “Get out.”

One eyebrow cocks up. “Hang on, princess.”

“Don’t princess me,” I spit back. “I am not your princess.”

His eyes are moving over me now and I know he’s taking in the fact that I’m braless, in a tiny tank and a little pair of bikini briefs.

I see his eyes darken as he takes a step closer.

“Leo,” I hold up a hand to keep my space. “Get out of my room.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t need to talk to you.”

He shakes his head, looking wary and a bit guilty. “Why are you so pissed?”

I wave my hand in the general direction of Chandra. “What are you doing here with my roommate, as if I don’t know?”

Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed by a pleased little grin that makes me squirm. “You’re jealous,” he says, his smile growing.

“I’m totally fine with our arrangement, Thanksgiving and all that, but keep your dick out of my roommates.”

“I’m a free man and I can do what I want with my dick,” he says and then he takes another step toward me.

My hand drops and lands on my hip, even as my chin notches. Because two can play that game. “Does that mean I’m free to sleep with your brother Roman?”

His smile is gone in a second, his gaze so fierce, I ought to be afraid. I don’t have time, because one of his arms wraps about my back, the other around my thighs as he pulls me to his chest and lifts me in the air.

I can’t deny, that even as furious as I am, a part of my body still responds to him. He feels so good against me.

My hands automatically come to his shoulders to steady myself. “Only if you want me to kill my brother.”

I blink down at him, sure he’s joking, but he looks dead serious. “So you’re free to sleep with whomever…” And I wave toward the kitchen again.

Leo sighs, but he doesn’t put me down. “I didn’t touch your roommate. She’s not my style.”

Now I’m completely confused. He sounds like he’s being honest. “Then, why are you here?”

He looks up at me, then, one of his hands slides up to cup my exposed butt cheek. His fingers curl around the flesh so that his fingertips are dangerously close to my… “You didn’t call.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “Call?”

He holds me for another second before he lowers me to the ground. The moment he steps away, I miss his hands on my bare skin.

Doing a quick sweep of the room, he walks over to my tiny vanity that’s covered in scarves, hats, and purses, and he pulls off the tiny pale green clutch I used at the wedding. Then he hands it to me.

Pushing open the clasp, I open it and instantly gasp. Because inside is his business card…with his number. “I didn’t…that wasn’t…” But clearly, in the craziness of going to New York and then coming back, I missed the fact that Leo had, in fact, given me his number.

A flush climbs up my cheeks as I try to decide how I feel about this new information. Or how much I liked his arms around me just now.

“It was and you didn’t. Call.”

I nip at my lip, not sure what that means. “You’re here to ask me out?”

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