back. Asshole. Mega asshole. Payton comes rushing over when I get out of the car.
“What happened?”
“He set me up!”
“Pull out Dash, you can’t let him move in with you.”
“Payton, you don’t know Slade. It won’t matter what I say,” I mumble, staring at him. “He’s now my new housemate.”
“Dash, this isn’t a good idea. Your families hate each other, if your dad finds out.”
I cup my head in my hands. “I know, but I can’t pull out of this.”
“Just lock the doors.”
“Payton, I live with enough taunting from Slade as it is, I don’t need anymore.”
“This is a very bad idea Dash, you do know that right?”
I stare at her, then over at Slade who is grinning at me from a distance. “I know, but it’s how it is.”
She sighs and turns to look at Slade too. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Dash.”
So did I.
Chapter Eleven
I sit on the kitchen counter, glaring at Slade as he walks in with his bags later that night. Kandee follows behind him, grinning and dragging a tiny bag of her own. Oh hell no, she is not staying here.
“She’s not saying here, Slade.”
Slade stops and stares at me. “What?”
“You heard me. This is my place, you are renting off me. She can come and visit, but she’s not living here and I’m not ok with her staying overnight all the time either…there are some things I don’t need to hear. Through the day, occasional nights, that’s it.”
Kandee pouts at me and I give her a rude smile, tilting my head to the side and glaring right at her.
“Sladddde,” she whines. “You said I could.”
He turns to her. “I didn’t say you could live here, I say you could come over sometimes. Kandee, you know I don’t like to be smothered.”
I snort and Slade glares up at me, I give him a wide smile. He slowly turns and looks back down at Kandee.
“Slade, can we talk in private?” she snaps.
“No, I’m busy right now. Throw your things in my room, I have to unpack and you have to go to work.”
“I don’t want to,” she pouts.
“Too bad.”
I watch Kandee slink off with a sour look on her face. Slade follows after her and I watch in amusement, as he sweet talks her out of the house and convinces her to go to work. She grips his ass at the door and presses herself up against him seductively, murmuring something into his ear that has him grinning and pressing a very erotic kiss to her lips. I turn away, flushing. When she’s gone, he turns and grins at me.
“Are you blushing, Dash?”
I meet his gaze. “No, why the hell would I be blushing?”
“Dashy has never been kissed so good, she got hot on the inside and the outside, right?”
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “Sure I have.”
“By who?”
I grin, slowly and no doubt sexily. “You.”
His eyes widen, yeah, take that Slade Devaroe, right back at ya! He tilts his head to the side and slowly drags his bottom lip into his mouth. God damn him, he knows I love that. I grin at him and slide off the bench before he can say anymore, then I saunter into my room and shut the door. That’s one for Dash! I know I shouldn’t, but I feel a warmth swell inside my chest that I haven’t felt for a long time.
I slip into the shower and change into some fresh clothes, and then I head out into the kitchen to begin something for dinner. I am mid-way through digging around in the fridge when Slade walks out. I turn and stare over at him, and I can feel my skin begin to heat. He’s fresh from the shower, and his hair is pressed sexily against his forehead. He smells so dammed divine, I want to lick him and he looks…well he just looks god dammed sexy.
“What’s for dinner?”
I smile at him. “I don’t know, I’m creating.”
He leans against the counter and his muscles move as he takes me in. I look away quickly, steadying my breathing. This could be harder than I first thought.
“Dashy creates?”
“I do sometimes.”
“I cook too, sometimes. You never know, you might get lucky.”
My cheeks flush and he notices, and begins to chuckle softly.
“You always were a blusher, Dashy.” He murmurs, reaching up and shocking me by touching my cheek.
The front door opens suddenly, and he drops his hand quickly. I jump back startled. What the hell did he just do