Page 21 of Colt

Freya flashed him a small smile. “Thank you for coming out so early. I’m really sorry about this.”

His mouth flattened. “It’s okay. He’s not the first jealous boyfriend I’ve come across. I’ll call to let you know the problem, and we’ll take it from there.” He gave her a smile, turned on his heel, and jogged down the stairs, shooting me a glare as he went.

I smirked, giving him a cocky finger wave.

Fucking prick.

“Oh my God, you’re such a child,” Freya muttered as she walked back into her apartment. “You’ve just humiliated me, and I’ve probably lost a good mechanic too. Do you know how hard it is to find someone reliable who won’t try and fuck me over because I’m a woman?”

I picked up the coffee and sauntered after her, nostrils still flaring. “Why didn’t you call me about your car?” I followed her into the living room. “I could’ve looked at it.”

Freya whirled around to face me, eyes flashing. “Don’t you ever do that to me again?”

I dumped the coffee cups on the table. “Asshole shouldn’t have been here.” My eyes dragged down to her beaded nipples. “You’re almost fuckin’ naked.”

“It’s just tits, Colt.” She pursed her lips.

“It’s not just tits, Freya. It’s your tits,” I growled. “You need to cover ‘em up and stop fuckin’ parading around half-naked.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And another thing. Next time your car fucks up, you call me! Even if I’m in Wyoming, I’ll come down and sort it.”

She looked to the heavens and blew out a huge sigh. “What about my door?”

I shrugged. “I’ll get it fixed.”

“But that means I can’t go out all day.”

I tilted her chin up with my finger and shot her my tried and tested sexy grin. “Tell ya what, Princess. We haven’t had a couch day for ages. Why don’t I order food in, and we’ll watch movies for hours, just like old times?”

She hesitated.

“Come on, baby girl,” I crooned. “I’ve missed spending time with you.”

All tension visibly left her body, and she gave me a begrudging smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

My eyes darted between hers. They were mesmerizing, almost the same shade as the fine brandy my father used to serve to his cronies after a dinner party.

My mouth went dry as I noticed her long, thick eyelashes flutter. Lucy overdid hers with extensions, whereas Freya’s were natural and pretty. My cock twitched when I caught the scent of deep amber with floral notes—Coco Chanel.

It was my favorite perfume. I’d bought Freya her first bottle when she was eighteen. Even so young, the expensive, elegant scent suited her perfectly. She wore it like she wore everything else, with class.

Our eyes locked. I felt the pull between us stronger than ever. It was a force I’d been ignoring since the day she turned twenty-one.

My fingers swept from Freya’s shoulder to splay across the back of her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, the tone unlike anything I’d seen, a light olive with a golden hue that made it gleam. My heart tugged, and I leaned forward to graze my nose across her throat.

“You smell amazing,” I said huskily into her skin.

Freya froze.

I traced the tip of my nose across her jaw, inhaling again. I couldn’t get enough. “Baby, you’re so fuckin’ se—”

Freya’s ringtone pealed through the air.

“Jesus!” I jumped back as if I’d been burned. My jaw dropped, and my eyes shifted to Freya, who studied me, her beautiful eyes languid.

“Err—Umm.” I almost swallowed my tongue.

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