Red Hot Winter - K. Webster Page 0,1

jacket she’s wearing is tight and stylish, but I don’t understand how it keeps her warm from the cold. She wears a pair of skinny jeans and some UGGs just like Callie made me buy her a few weeks ago.

I try to flip through all the Tinder dates I’ve had over the past few months to see if she’s been one of them. Certainly not my type or anyone I’d willingly choose. I might have swiped right for her tits, though. Did we fuck? Is she back for round two? Disgust ripples through me. I wasn’t this man before my divorce. I was fucking happy and loyal. Now, I just drift from woman to woman, unable to let go of my anger long enough to let one get close to me. I fuck and run. They never get a round two.

“Sorry, lady, but I’m going to have to pass,” I grunt out and start to close the door.

Her head jerks up and big brown eyes bore into me. Familiar brown eyes. His brown eyes.

“Winter?” Last I remember, she had fucking braces and brown hair. She didn’t look so…fuckable.

“Mr. Miller,” she greets with a forced smile and then it’s gone. “Thanks for letting me crash.” She starts forward and I block the doorway. Her eyes narrow as she tilts her head up to look at me. My nostrils flare as I inhale the scent of cinnamon.

“I have rules.” My voice is cold despite the way blood rushes to my dick. “Rules that little girls like you have to abide by.”

Her brow arches up in challenge and her brown eyes burn with intensity. “Let’s hear them then.”

Clenching my jaw, I take a step back to put some distance between us and cross my arms over my chest. My gaze falls to her tits.

“For one, you can’t wear that shit in my house.”

She laughs and it sounds sweet almost. Angelic even. That is until she cuts it off and glowers at me. “I’ll wear whatever I want.”

Smirking, I shrug. “Suit yourself. You’ll get the side eye from every rich bitch in this complex.”

Her cheeks redden slightly, her only tell of her embarrassment, before she challenges me with another hard glare. “And why is that?”

“Because this”—I wave at her outfit—“doesn’t belong here.”

She rolls her eyes. “Callie warned me you were a dick these days. I can handle myself with judgmental women. I do it all the time with your wife.”

“Ex,” I snap.

Her laugh is mocking. “Whatever. She’s a bitch too.” She pushes past me, dragging a suitcase in behind her.

Last I remember of this girl, she was a little teenager. Not this…woman. My eyes track her ass as she waltzes through my condo like she owns the goddamn place. Her jeans are tight and hug the round globes of her curvy ass, making my mouth water at the sight. For a brief second, I forget she’s my daughter’s friend—the daughter of the man I hate—and admire her for what she is.

Red. Hot. Female.

My cock is aching and straining against my suit slacks, desperate to pin her against the wall. But I can’t fucking do that. I have other plans for her. Plans that involve using her just to fuck with him.

“First door on the right. Callie’s room. Don’t steal her shit,” I call after her.

She shoots me the bird before disappearing into her room. I scrub my palm down my face and grit my teeth. I’d expected some shy, innocent little thing. Someone easy to fuck with. Not curves and legs and ass and sassy as fuck attitude.

I’m still standing in the middle of the living room when she comes out of the room a few minutes later. Her jacket is gone and I’m awarded too much visual access to her tits. She’s no longer wearing her boots. Walking in just her socks, she admires my space.

“Wow,” she says in a soft voice as she reaches the window. “This is quite the view.”

I can see her reflection in the glass and she’s no longer wearing the snotty bitch look. She’s smiling at the scenery down below. Fuck, she’s pretty. That’s a problem.

“We’re not done talking about the rules,” I rumble as I approach.

Her wide brown eyes dart up to meet mine in the glass. I don’t stop until I’m inches from her. Another step and she’d know just how much she turns me on.

“I don’t follow rules well,” she bites out.

The urge to touch her is strong, so I settle my palms on her