Page 91 of My Roommate from Hell
He’s now blatantly looking at my chest. I cross my arms to cover up as much as possible.
“You said you were going to help?”
“Oh, yes.”
He puts my shirt onto the sink, the stain facing up. Then he splays his palm and runs it over the material. A dry warmth fills the room, and his crystal pendant starts glowing. He keeps the flames on his fist far enough away from the material that it dries, but doesn’t catch fire.
He moves his hand over the shirt until it’s completely dry.
“You should put it back on,” he says. “Otherwise people will think we were up to no good.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“You’re welcome.”
He leans against the sink, still holding my shirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Enjoying the view.”
I snatch my shirt back from him and put it on. The front is now warm.
“You should know something,” I say as I do the buttons up. “Adam suspects us. It’s what he wanted to talk to me about.”
“Oh, please,” says Zarmenus. “He’s fishing, he doesn’t know anything. You didn’t give us away, did you?”
“No,” I say. “But now I’m worried I seemed guilty.”
“Don’t worry about it. He can be suspicious, but he won’t do anything unless he knows for sure. I promise.”
We leave the bathroom and see a pair of girls waiting to use it. It’s probably a good thing they saw us, and maybe assumed we were in there making out.
Now I’m picturing him kissing me again before I shove those thoughts away as hard as I can. Yes, he is an attractive guy, sure. An extremely attractive guy. But any real feelings have the potential to destroy what I’ve worked so hard for.
And the thing is, we don’t make any sense. None. Demon stuff aside, he’s a classically handsome prince with such high levels of charisma that he becomes the focus of every room he walks into. I like video games and being alone and have to think about every move I make a million times before I feel comfortable doing anything. He is chaos, I am order. We make no sense.
I remember him complimenting me, and my heart leaps.
Maybe my first real college party wasn’t a total disaster after all.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
I stop in my tracks.
By this point, I shouldn’t be shocked when I walk into our room and find something strange. And yet, this thing, whatever it is, does truly shock me.
Embedded into the wall above the couch is now an eyeball about the size of an exercise ball. Aside from the fact that it’s enormous and stuck into the wall, it’s pretty normal as far as eyeballs go, meaning it looks just like a human eye.
The pupil darts up to look at me.
It’s almost as horrific as Zarmenus’sLOVE FOREVER, DREAM BIG, SMILE ALWAYSdecoration. Almost.
“Hey, how was it?” asks Zarmenus.
What he’s referring to is my meeting with Janet Lewin. I just got to meet her for a coffee, and she’s brilliant. As well as working for one of the biggest companies on the planet, she also had a crackling wit and a dry sense of humor. While we were speaking I found myself bewitched by her, and had to keep reminding myself just how high the stakes of our conversation were. If she liked me enough to offer me an internship, my future would be set. I’m already dreaming of the things I’ll do, mainly use that money to help out my parents.
“Good,” I say. “Really good. She’s amazing.”
