Page 23 of The House Guest
“Yeah. That’d be great,” I answered.
You could at least not seem so damn eager to hang out with him.
“When do you get off?”
Get off, you say?“Ten thirty.”
“You need a ride home?”
“No. I have a car.”
“That little sky blue Beetle I see parked in the driveway is yours, right?”
“Yeah. It gets the job done.”
“You look like you drive a Beetle.”
My mouth dropped open. “I’ll choose to take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” He laughed.
“You want me to pick up dessert on my way home?” I offered.
“I’ll handle it. Anything you can’t eat?”
“I’m vegan, gluten-free, and allergic to air.”
“Liar. You ate the Cheetos.”
“Good catch.” I chuckled. “No food restrictions.”
“Okay. See you tonight.”
“Yep.” I exhaled. “See you then.”
I almost said, “It’s a date.” But that would’ve been stupidly presumptuous. Dorian was my roommate. I had no evidence that he was interested in anything aside from some very light flirting. I needed to calm my tits.
After he left, I checked the bill and noticed he’d left me a massive tip along with a note:
Neither blue, nor green. Aquamarine.
I stared at it for several seconds.
Hmm…
CHAPTER 7
That night, I entered the house to the most amazing smell. Apples and cinnamon, maybe? What the heck was going on?
I went straight to the kitchen to find Dorian standing near the oven.
I cleared my throat to announce my presence.
He turned and smiled. “Oh, hey.”
“Have I just walked into The Billionaire Bakeoff?”
“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”
