I slowly opened the door and my jaw dropped. Standing there was a shirtless guy with a body that couldn’t be real. Hard. Muscular. Perfect. That’s the way I’d describe his chest. He had abs that would make underwear models jealous. My eyes zeroed in on a few beads of sweat making a descent down his chest. When they reached his stomach, I forced my eyes up to his face.
He grinned. “So you’re why Toby isn’t getting the job done.”
“What?” I asked, forcing my eyes to stop looking at his chiseled abs.
“You’d distract me too.” He didn’t bother to hide his appraisal.
I looked down and crossed my arms. I met his eyes again and was met by an expression of humor and want that nearly melted me.
“I’m just staying here.” I felt the need to explain myself. If not for my sake or dignity, for Toby’s. I promised myself it wasn’t because I wanted this sexy guy to know I was single.
“Staying here, huh?” He smiled. “Well, you can stay at my place anytime.”
“Do you live around here?” His wider grin made me regret the words. “I’m just wondering. Not because I want to stay with you.”
“I’m from New Orleans, but I have a place here too—at least I’m borrowing it.”
“Oh. Well, Toby isn’t here.”
“You already said that.” He stepped into the apartment. “Know where he is?”
“No. I don’t.” I took a few steps back.
He matched my movements, ending up just as close to me as he was before. “No kiss goodbye this morning?”
“That would have been hard since I was in the guest room.” I put a hand on my hip. Sexy or not, I wasn’t going to let this guy get to me.
“Guest room? Likely.”
I could feel my blood boiling. How was he getting under my skin so easily? “It’s true. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get my stuff and go home.”
“Are you going to wear that?” He gestured to my outfit, and that’s when I remembered what I was sleeping in.
I willed myself not to blush, but I could practically feel the blood rushing to my face.
“I’m guessing those are the guest pajamas, huh?”
“I just borrowed them… Wait, why am I bothering to explain myself to you?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” He took another step toward me.
“I know the kind of guy you are.”
“You do? Please, tell me. I can’t wait to hear this assessment.”
“You’re arrogant, pig headed, and you think a girl’s just going to fall to her knees if you take your shirt off…” To my credit, I was still standing. “Speaking of which, why is your shirt off?”
He smirked. “Why do you think it’s off? Since apparently you’re the expert on guys like me. I’m going to ignore the fall to their knees comment. You look cute when you blush, but it might push you over the edge.”
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