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Something unrecognizable passes between us. Quick as lightning. Hot as fire. Searing me where I stand, leaving me immobile and my mouth hanging open like a fucking dog.

I snap my jaw shut the moment she looks away, offering that pretty smile to Dollar instead of me. Yet again my gaze roams over the length of her. Her wet hair is in a knot on top of her head, and her face is devoid of any makeup. She’s wearing baggy black sweats and a fitted, cropped black tank that shows off a slice of her flat, tanned stomach.

Simple outfit, yet somehow, she’s the hottest thing in the room—

No.

That single word runs through my head, and I realize what’s happening. It’s what always happens.

I want the one I can’t have. The one I shouldn’t touch. I’ve always been tempted by the forbidden. I felt this way briefly about Sienna too. Like the rational part of my brain knows messing around with my new roommate would be a huge mistake—yet I want to.

Yeah. I really want to.

The problem? I can’t fuck her and then kick her out of my bed, never to hear from her again. She’ll still be here. Every single day, cooking us dinner and invading my private space. My freaking bathroom, for one.

Yeah. Can’t do it. Big mistake.

Huge.

Instead of focusing on what I can’t have, I pause in front of the three women staring at me hungrily and put on my best, most dazzling smile. The one that makes the panties fall off with a snap of my fingers.

“How’s it goin’, ladies?” I drawl.

They all giggle. Sienna rolls her eyes, but I ignore her. What she thinks doesn’t really matter to me either. She knows what I am. Everyone does.

I’m just giving them all what they want from me.

Chapter Eight

EVERLEIGH

“You need to meet Coop’s sister,” Frank says as he leads me into the kitchen, my hand clutched in his.

“Okay,” I say, my head still spinning after all the introductions to the various guys filling my new living room. They’re all big and burly and very attractive. Like, the entire room is overloaded with testosterone, and I swear it’s having some sort of weird effect on me. Like I’m all frazzled and anxious, but that could also have to do with everything I’ve gone through in the last twenty-four hours too.

It’s either from that or from the scorching look Nico gave me a few minutes ago, right when Frank wedged himself between us. The heat blasting from Nico’s eyes. The blatant way he checked me out.

Not sure why, but I’m still a little shaky over it.

“Hey, Sienna, have you met our new roommate, Everleigh?” Frank asks a tall, striking redhead with a big smile on her face. I remove my hand from his, not wanting to give the wrong message. I definitely noticed the way she took in our linked hands, her brows shooting up for the briefest second.

“Not yet, but I’ve heard all about her from Coop. Hiiiii,” she greets before pulling me into a crushing hug.

I have no choice but to hug her back, immediately put at ease by her welcoming presence. She pulls away, keeping her hands on my arms as she smiles down at me. “I’m so glad you moved in with them. Now I have a friend to hang out with here beyond my brother and his annoying roommates.”

“Hey,” Frank protests, but Sienna just laughs, slipping her arm around my shoulders and keeping me firmly planted at her side.

“Don’t be so sensitive, Frankie. Now go hang out with your bros and let me and Everleigh get to know each other. Alone.” Sienna makes a shooing gesture with her hand.

“Nico is right behind you,” he points out.

Sienna barely looks in Nico’s direction. “Oh, please. He’s flirting with the blondes. He’s not paying attention to us.”

Frank leaves, albeit reluctantly, giving us both puppy dog eyes before he stomps off like a little kid who didn’t get his way.

The moment he’s out of hearing distance, Sienna is dipping her head closer to mine, her voice lowering. “Is he flirting with you?”

“Who?” I immediately think of Nico.

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