Page 22 of Regret

He turned toward her. “I have two rules in my apartment. One, you don’t touch anything. Two, you don’t touch anything.”

“I’m not a child.”

Hunter swiped the keycard. “That is yet to be determined.”

“Fu—”

“Fuck me—I know. You can stop saying that now.”

Hunter walked in, and Scarlet followed reluctantly, arms crossed in front of her chest, rolling her eyes. But the minute she stepped into his apartment and took in her surroundings, she whistled in appreciation.

He turned to her. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” She shrugged. “Just didn’t expect your apartment to be this…clean.”

“Clean?” He pulled his hand down his face. “You know what, I’m not even going to ask. I need a drink.” He stomped off toward the kitchen, making a beeline to the fridge.

“Oh, yes, please.”

“I wasn’t offering.”

“But I’m taking anyway.”

Hunter closed the fridge and tossed her a beer.

She caught the cold one and stared at it like she was holding a reptile. “Beer? Seriously?”

Hunter cracked open his can and leaned back against the fridge. “What, you too much of a princess to drink beer?”

“Fu—”

“Fuck me. I know.” He took a large gulp.

“Stop doing that. You’re taking all the fun out of it.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You mean I’m taking all the fun out of you telling me every five seconds that you’d like to fuck me?”

“That’s not what I mean when I say fu—”

“Fuck you?” He smirked.

Scarlet took the beer and flung it, aiming at his head. Hunter stepped to the side and watched as it smashed against his fridge.

“Hey!” he called out. “Don’t waste my fucking beer.”

Deciding that ignoring him was her best option, she walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through his cabinets.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for a real drink.” She opened another cabinet. “Bingo.” She held up the bottle of Jack she’d found like it was the Wimbledon tennis cup. “Now this is a real drink.”

While taking a seat at the counter, she opened the bottle and took a huge swig.

“I do have glasses, you know.”

“I know. You have beer too, which, in all honesty, is kind of tainting my opinion of you at this point.”

Hunter lifted a brow. “You have an opinion of me?”

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