Page 108 of Obsession

He looks familiar, and then a head pops up from behind him. “Is it the pizza?”

My brows knit together at the sight of the man who had been shamelessly flirting with me at the bar the other day.

“What’reyoudoing here?” I stare at him.

“Hi, Megan.” He winks at me.

“She’s looking for Hunter,” Man number one tells him.

The flirt turns his head and bellows, “Hunter, your girlfriend is here!”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” I replied irritably.

“And she looks adorable in her pajamas!” The man who opened the door for me adds loudly with a broad grin. “Very retro.”

It’s then that it hits me that I’m still wearing my Tweety pajamas. It’s bad enough that I’m coming to pick a fight with Hunter, but doing it while wearing oversized children’s sleeping attire was not one of my brightest moves.

“I’m going to change and come right back,“ I say with less confidence than when I arrived.

My words are interrupted when the man at the door flings his arm over my shoulders, pulling me inside, looking way too happy for my liking. “Oh, no need. You look adorable, just as you are.”

I hear the sounds of hurried footsteps, and even as I try to escape the firm hold on my shoulders, I fail. I look up to see Hunter walking into the room, his hair wet, a towel wrapped around his waist, with droplets of water still dripping down his body.

“Get your hands off her, Vaughn, or I’ll slice them off,” he says cooly, striding forward and yanking me towards himuntil I’m pulled against his wet body. I press my hands against his firm abdomen as he wraps his arm around my waist in a proprietary hold.

Flirty guy wolf whistles from another part of the room. “I think he means it, Vaughn.”

“Your name is Vaughn, but what’s your name?” I direct my question to flirty guy.

“It’s Christian,” he chuckles. “I never gave you my name the other night?”

“No, you didn’t, and now I understand why.”

Hunter pulls me tighter as if annoyed by the exchange between me and his friend, and I struggle to free myself.

“Ick, get off me,” I fuss. “You’re getting me wet.”

He releases me reluctantly.

“Now that all the unnecessary introductions have been made, what’re you doing here, and what’re you wearing?” Hunter asks me.

I quickly cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to hide whatever part of my pajamas that I can. I hadn’t really been expecting anybody else to be here, but I can’t back down now.”

“I don’t want your diamonds,” I say, swallowing my embarrassment.

“Excuse me?” Hunter lifts a brow.

“What?” Vaughn and Christian echo simultaneously. “You gave her diamonds?”

“Don’t you two have places to be which is not here?” Hunter gives them a dark look, which would have anyone shivering in their shoes, but not these two. They’re used to it.

“Nope,” Vaughn wanders over to a couch on the right and settles down, watching us. “I’m basically homeless right now.”

“And my apartment is being renovated, so I’ve got no place to be,” Christian wanders over with a tub of ice cream in his hand to perch himself on the arm of the couch.

I can see Hunter’s irritation increase, and then he says in that particular tone, which never fails to bring down the temperature of the room by a few degrees, “Get out before I toss you both out of the goddamn window.”

I see the eyes of both men smile, and then they get to their feet.

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