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“Go change your panties and meet me in the living room, Alexandra. We’ve got that afternoon together today.”

My skin tingles at the way his deep voice slips into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My muscles tense, and my legs press tightly together in an involuntary reflex.

“I’m going to kill y—”

The bastard shuts the door, and I close my eyes, letting out a long breath.

Mortified.

And actually needing to change that damn panties.

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The three knocks on the door just make me sigh and cover my face with the pillow.

“Alex, lunch is on the table,” A.J. calls from the other side, using his good guy voice. Like he wasn’t... a jerk to me.

The urge to punch that beautiful face still hasn’t left me.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Then let’s go on a hunger strike together.” I see his shadow leaning against the door and scream into the pillow.

A.J. asks Alexa for a song in Portuguese, one that she’s already seen me listen to several times, and I keep ignoring him. However, whenCajubyLinikerfinishes, he asks for another one, Wave by Tom Jobim, and I realize this pest isn’t going to leave me alone.

I get up, almost tripping over the suitcase thrown on the floor, and go to the door. A.J., now dressed, almost falls on top of me when I open it, but I push past him, walking down the hall and telling Alexa to shut up.

“Alex?” He runs after me.

“You were a jerk!”

“I was just kidding.” A.J. catches up to me and stops in front of me, blocking the way. “And I didn’t have sex with her, okay?”

I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes.

“I don’t care,” I retort as if it were true. But I can’t stop thinking about what they were doing with all that noise. “I just didn’t like how you talked to me afterward.”

“Okay. Sorry. Really.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking away. “I’ve never had a girlfriend. Let alone one as feisty as you, who would turn up the house’s volume to kick another woman out. So... I didn’t exactly know how to react to your jealousy,” he jokes, but I notice a hint of truth in it, and my stomach drops.

“I wasn’t jealous, Anthony!”

“And I was just trying to lighten the mood... I didn’t imagine it would affect you this much.”

“You don’t affect me,” I retort as if it were true.

He crosses his arms, raises an eyebrow, and opens his mouth to say something.

But he closes it and blinks twice.

“Forget it,” A.J. says, extending his right hand to me. His now calm look and his hair tied in a low ponytail make me wonder if I should accept his hand. “Let’s eat and enjoy our afternoon. I don’t like this weird vibe.” The end of his sentence comes out in a broken, almost whispered voice, and I decide to end this conversation here.

“Honestly?” I give him my hand. “I don’t like it either.”

“And I think it’s better if you don’t leave without me, at least at night,” he comments in a pathetic request, but I’m also open to negotiations here. “Just to avoid me getting anxious andcalling Britt... Ow!” he complains when I squeeze his hand in mine.

“And I really don’t want you bringing other girls here, or boys,” I say firmly, leaving no room for objections.

“Like, never again?” He pretends to be offended.

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