Page 2 of I Am Sin

Letting a recovering addict live in my penthouse isn’t a good way to stay focused.

I look around. Do I even have the room?

Of course I do. I have three bedrooms, all with en suite bathrooms.

But I only have one kitchen, one common area. One balcony with a view of the Rocky Mountains to the west.

I’ve lived alone since I was twenty-one. I’m nearly twenty-six now, and the thought of taking a roommate—especially one with so much baggage—kind of makes me want to hurl.

Brianna and Jesse offered to pay rent for him. I don’t need the extra income, of course, so I said no. He can pay his own damned rent.

His name is Dragon.

Yes, that’s really his name. Dragon Locke. He’s the drummer for Jesse’s rock band, Dragonlock. They liked his name so much they named the band after him.

I’ve spoken to him a few times at gatherings back home at my family’s ranch on the western slope of Colorado. Usually just small talk. The weather, the wedding decor, what the band’s working on.

He’s rock-star gorgeous, complete with the long hair and stubble and dark sexiness.

But when I say dark, I don’t just mean his hair.

Dragon has a darkness that exudes from his pores, as if there’s something inside him that I don’t fully trust.

Brianna and Jesse would never put me in harm’s way. I trust my sister, and she and Jesse know Dragon better than I ever could, but he’s always seemed a little bit dangerous to me.

And Idon’twant him living in my home.

I’m going to have to call Brianna back and tell her I’ve made a decision. That I’m sorry, but he’ll have to stay somewhere else. If they’re willing to pay for his rent, they can easily find another place in Denver. Maybe even one closer to his rehab center. No reason why I need to be involved at all. Why my life needs to be disrupted as I’m starting a new career. Why I even have to be thinking about this.

I pick up my phone to call my sister when a knock on the door startles me. Probably just maintenance or something. Anyone else would have buzzed up.

I walk to the door and look through my peephole.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

It’s him.

Dragon Locke.

His gorgeous hair falls in waves around his broad shoulders, and his long-lashed hazel eyes stare straight at me.

It should be a sin for someone to be so good-looking. I grew up with a rash of handsome brothers and cousins, so I’m no stranger to gorgeous men.

Dragon Locke—even with the darkness that seems to enshroud him—makes them all look like hamburger meat.

How the hell did he even get in here?

“Who is it?” I ask, even though I know very well who it is.

“Dragon. Dragon Locke.”

The rich timbre of his voice makes me shiver. “How did you get in here?”

“I followed an Uber Eats guy in.”

I roll my eyes. Great. That’s the problem with buzzing up. In this day and age of app deliveries, anyone can just waltz right in.

“What do you want?”

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