Page 46 of Hunter

It was thoughts like this that made me doubt my decision to go against my parents and sign the lease for this place, but I knew those thoughts were just my mom talking.

I wiped away the weariness from my eyes and hopped out of bed, shivering slightly when my foot touched the cold hardwood floor.

Slowly, I moved to the bathroom and got ready for my day.

My reflection in the mirror surprised me.

There was something different about my eyes and some coloring to my cheeks.

What had changed since last night when I had gone to bed?

I kept my gaze on myself as I brushed my teeth, dark brown eyes entering uninvited into my mind.

Again, I shivered, but for an entirely different reason.

I hadn’t reacted to any man like this since…

Probably high school, when I had my first boyfriend.

That relationship didn’t last long, considering Rhett hadn’t wanted to stay in a relationship with the school’s outcast.

High school boys sucked, and I had hoped college boys would be better, but well…

They sucked too.

The man in the building looked much older than anyone I had ever been with. I estimated he was probably early to mid-thirties. An air of confidence surrounded him that had always been missing from all those boys in school.

He was handsome, in a very rugged—dangerous way.

I shouldn’t be attracted to dangerous men.

I had enough of that to last this lifetime, but there was just something different about him.

Something that made me want to get closer and closer until I could take a hint of his darkness for myself.

I quickly rinsed my mouth and looked back at my reflection.

Dark eyes and flushed cheeks.

I was turned on just thinking about the man. I wondered what would happen if he touched me.

I just might ignite.

Hell.

Taking a deep breath, I walked out to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

One of the best parts about my job was that I didn’t have to go anywhere.

I had just been signed on with one of the fastest-growing publishing companies in the last decade.

OwlHead Inc. was predicted to rival the big five companies that had dominated the publishing world for so long, and I hoped to stay with them for a while.

Usually, they would sign authors and have them pick from a list of their in-house illustrators.

I was now one of them, and the more times authors picked me, the more projects I received, the more likely it would be that they would keep me on.

I could only cross my fingers on that because the last thing I wanted was to go to my parents and tell them I was no longer working at OwlHead Inc.

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