Oh crap . . . that’s what he’s been thinking about the whole time?
Embarrassed, I nod.
“One?” He gasps.
“Uh-huh.”
He stares at me for a beat, and his arm snakes around me again, and he pulls me closer. “Come here,” he growls.
Shit.
“No.” I pull out of his arms. “I have to go.”
“Why?”
“Because you have to keep shooting those fish in barrels.” I shrug. “And I have to swim upstream.”
Chapter 6
CHRISTOPHER
I watch her walk off as she disappears through the crowd.
One.
One . . . how is it one? Nobody is one.
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip. It’s still buzzing from that hot fucking kiss.
Hmm . . .
That was unexpected. She isn’t even my type.
“Christo,” I hear someone call.
I turn to see Bernadette. Her arms are wide as she rushes for me. “You didn’t kiss me yet, darling.” She slides her arms around my behind as she pretends to hug me. “It’s the full moon.”
Ugh, this woman is like a rash.
“You weren’t near me.” I fake a smile as I peel her hands off my behind.
Go away.
“That doesn’t matter.” She laughs as she leans in for a kiss . . . I lean back and glance over to see Hayden being led to the dance floor by some guy.
She’s laughing, and he spins her around.
What?
“Kiss me.” Bernadette smiles dreamily up at me.
For fuck’s sake . . . not now, woman.
“No, no, no,” I reply. “We’re roommates,” I tell her. “No hanky-panky.”
I crane my neck to see what Hayden is doing. The guy is talking to her, and she’s laughing as she listens attentively in return.
Hmm . . .
Bernadette goes up on her toes and leans in for the kiss. “Stop.” I wince, annoyed. I push her off me and march toward the dance floor. I fake a smile to the guy and lean in to Hayden. “Can I have a word?”
“What about?” she says loudly, so the guy can hear.
Great.
“Bernadette, our roommate, has gone completely mad, and I need you over here for a moment to talk sense into her.”
“Oh . . .” Her face falls.
“I’ll wait here for you,” the guy says.
“That won’t be necessary,” I reply. I drag her to the bar.
She begins to look around. “Well, where is she?”
“Oh, look, she’s better now. Listen,” I blurt in a rush. “We have other things to discuss.”
She frowns.
“That kiss . . . now, that was unexpectedly hot, and we need to do it again so that I can fully gauge the situation.”
“So Bernadette hasn’t gone completely mad?” She frowns.
“Who gives a fuck? Listen . . . ,” I continue. “About that one-lover thing . . .”
“Are you serious?” she snaps.