Page 52 of Undeniably Enemies

“Not a good time?!” That sets her off, and she marches over and smacks my chest. “You are the most loathsome, deplorable man I’ve ever known.”

I shake my head. “I highly doubt that. And what does that say about you since you kissed me?”

“What?!” She starts to lose it. “You kissed me!” She shakes her head, stopping herself. “Wait. One thing at a time. You’re trying to distract me again, but I won’t let you do it this time. Why did you follow me?”

Well damn if she wasn’t onto me. I hold up my hands in surrender. “To make sure you got home safely. I swear, that’s all. I told you that night, I didn’t like you going home in a strange Uber with a strange man when you looked…” I trail off. Calling her sex on legs again won’t help me. It won’t help my dick either to remember her in that dress.

She squints at me. “Okay, I’ll let that go. But why didn’t you tell me on Sunday?”

“You mean when you were already having a panic attack about being stuck in an elevator with me?” I deadpan, but she’s not amused. Not even a little.

She smacks me again. “I can’t live next door to you!”

“Ditto, but I’m not selling, and I’m not moving.”

Her hands meet the top of her head, and her blue eyes arewild and out of control. “Jack, I will kill you in your sleep. You know that, right?” She gasps. “Oh my hell! Is your bedroom beside mine? What wall is your bedroom on?”

“Um. I don’t know. I don’t know where your bedroom is.” Now I’m starting to freak out too. I hadn’t thought of that. The whole bedroom wall thing. I thought about the apartment walls because of the layout of the building and how the apartments are arranged, but I didn’t think about her bedroom. Maybe I should sell after all. I can’t share a bedroom wall with her. And if she ever brings a man home, well, I’ll probably kill him, but if I’m forced to hear him fucking her, her moan for him the way she did for me on Sunday… no. Absolutely not.

Fuck!

She starts to pace, shaking her head like it’s on a swivel. “No. This cannot be happening. Not with you.” It’s as if she’s echoing my thoughts exactly.

“Sorry there, Cinderella, but this isn’t exactly my fairy tale either.” Far from it.

She turns on me, that finger back out in full force. “Do not tease me, and do not call me that. I am not your Cinderella, and I’m not okay with this.”

I shrug. “Tough shit.”

“God, you’re such a fucking asshole.”

Another shrug because I can’t exactly deny it. Now would be the moment to come clean about the texting, but I think that would push her over the edge, and then she might in fact kill me. But I’m not helping myself here either. I wanted to erase the anger and tension between us and I’m building it up instead. Hell, every time she opens that smart mouth at me, it just makes me want to kiss her more, and I need that to go away.

“I’ll just grab this and go inside and leave you to figure your crazy out.”

“My crazy—wait, that’s not your package. It’s mine.”

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. It’s mine. I got a notification on my phone that my package was delivered.”

“Same for me. It’s mine.”

I roll my eyes at her and bend down, but the label is hardly legible, and most of it has peeled away. All I can see is the address and the number two where the apartment should be, but the letter isn’t fully legible. Wren is B, and I’m D because the first-floor apartments are A and C, which makes no sense, but whatever. I can’t tell if it’s a B or a D on there.

“Let’s just open it and see if it’s mine,” I suggest, and now she’s really losing it.

“No!” She shoves me away from the box. “It’s mine, Jack. Hands off.”

“What’s the big deal? What’s in there that you don’t want me to see?”

“Nothing.” She shoves me again and goes for the box, and even though she’s oddly and freakishly strong for such a small thing, I’m a big guy with a lot of muscle, and she doesn’t push me far. I duck under her arm and make a grab for the box at the same time she snags the opposite end of it. “Oh my god! Let go.” She yanks it toward her.

“You let go.” I jerk it back toward me, but in the process of our tug of war, the tape holding the box together on the bottom pulls away because the box is so wet, and the contents plummet and clatter on the floor.

We both jump back, but I only have a half second to take everything in before Wren shrieks bloody murder and dives over her… vibrators. And dildos. And lube. And… I bend and pick something up that her body isn’t covering. A pink heart-shaped jeweled butt plug.

Lust burns through me, and my cock pulses and throbs in my joggers, and because these bastards are thin, there is no hiding it. But right now, I don’t care, and Wren is too preoccupied with covering her sex toys to notice. Thank God.

“What are these for?” Jealousy, hot and thick, scorches a path up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. Isn’t that what she said she likes? Her kink. Men using toys on her. It’s in one of the books she recommended too. I know because I started reading it and to my surprise, it was really good, and I couldn’t put it down. I nearly finished it last night. “Are you seeing someone?”

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