“Clever.”
I turned away, rolling my eyes. Any chance I had with him was probably shot now.
“My house is the blue one at the end of this street.”
“You walk all this way yourself every night?”
“No, I was at the lab late tonight. Jocelyn usually comes to pick me up, but we’ve been arguing.”
“Jocelyn?”
“My roommate.”
I glanced over. He had this look about him. He felt both dangerous and safe, if that was even possible.
He turned toward me. “Will your roommate be home?”
“I’m not sure. Why?”
“I thought you might want to invite me inside, you know, to thank me.”
I stopped. He continued for a few steps then did the same, turning around to face me.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You’re no better than those assholes,” I responded, totally offended.
“At least I’m giving you a choice and not groping you.” He stepped forward. “No offense, but I have no trouble getting laid. I thought you might want to…”
His voice trailed off.
“I might want to what? Do you?”
“Is that even a question?”
“Well, I’m not just another woman to add a notch in your belt. Thanks for walking me home but I’ve got it from here.”
I walked past him, brushing up against that hard, buff body.
Why did he have to be so fucking hot?
“Hold on,” he said.
I felt his hand on my arm. I stopped and spun around.
“What? Don’t you have women to go fuck or something?”
“Calm down,” he said, which infuriated me even more.
“Look, I appreciate your help, but I’m not the type of woman who just sleeps with a guy when I first meet him.”
He shrugged. “Your loss.”
Ugh. What an ass!
“No, it’s your loss, Mr. Football Star.”
He laughed.