Page 62 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

He gave me a silent look that saiddefinitely not.

I should have been mad at him for avoiding it so much, but for some reason, it made me want to smile at how ridiculous he was.

“Iwasinto it. I said ‘usually’.”

Because Henry had always been my exception. His sharp, perceptive stare had always made my body react with a special sort of intensity. And the way I’d loved our quiet conversations, the warm peace we used to have between us, and even our banter, had only made that initial spark feel all the more explosive, urgent, andhot.

I didn’t miss the way Henry exhaled roughly through his nostrils, like he’d been holding his breath. Had he been nervous that I would tell him I wasn’t really into him?

God, sometimes I wished I wasn’t.

“And how long has this been going on?”

My heart suddenly thundered inside my chest. That wasdefinitelysomething I wasn’t going to share.

I shrugged.

Relief started flooding me when I noticed that we were about to step into the frat’s walkway.

Henry stepped in front of me, cutting my path. “Don’t justshrug. Tell me.”

“I’m not telling you.”

Eyes darkening with a challenge, he said, “I couldorderyou.”

“You couldtry.”

He was already opening his mouth to do just that when someone called out from behind him.

“King! Good, you’re here. Oh. Hi Antony. You coming to help us wash the house?” It was Adam, tall, athletic, with a dimpled smile at the ready.

Wash the house?

I looked at Henry. “I guess I am.”

“That’s so nice of you, man. Hey, can I call you Ant?”

I didn’t usually let people call me by my nickname, but something about his easy-going nature must have been contagious. “Sure.”

He smiled bigger. “Great. Then go drop your things and we can get started. Most of the guys are already here.” Glancing toward Henry, he added, “They wouldn’t defy our King for anything.”

Henry barely reacted to his words, but he stepped further down the walkway to go into the house.

Itwasa bit weird that the frat guys themselves were going to wash the exterior of the house—which I could now see they were getting ready to do. Brushes, a garden hose, buckets of water, and several ladders were already spread around the grass outside.

But this was the Henry effect, wasn’t it? What the King said was what would be done.

It made me look at him with even more admiration than I’d already felt, even if I definitely shouldn’t have.

I was here for a reason, which was to help him figure out what he wanted to do with his future so his father would stop hounding him about succeeding him in his company.

Yeah, that was my only goal. My focus.

I definitely didn’t watch Henry’s ass as he walked away from me.

Once at the door, he turned, making me jump my eyes up to his.

“Coming?”

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