Page 11 of Love Hate Relationship

By the time I was finished, my breathing had grown ragged, my chest rising and falling as though I’d just run a marathon. Rowan stood there staring at me, mouth agape, hands planted on his sexy, tapered hips.Damn it, Navie! Get your shit together. He’s not attractive, he’s an asshole!

“Well?” I asked haughtily when the silence had grown too thick.

“You expect me to believe you graduated with honors and the best you could find was a job as my personal assistant?”

I wanted to stab him in the eye with a pensobad. “Believe what you want,” I seethed. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but the company I did my internship with had a hiring freeze, and the job market in New York isn’t exactly stellar for recent graduates. Everyone wants someone withexperience,” I grumped sarcastically. “So I’m stuck with your cranky, narcissistic ass, because clearly, I’m being punished for something I did in a past life. Either that or karma’s just a raging bitch who likes to pick on the innocent!”

“You finished?” he asked casually.

“You know what?” I fumed, “I’m not. From here on out, the only way I’m doing another damn coffee run for you is if you give me enough money to buy myself one as well. And if you aren’t being a complete asshole, Imightconsider giving you back your change when I’m done.”

“Now you finished?” was all he said.

“Yes,” I bit out.

“Good. I need coffee.”

And with that, he turned and headed back into the kitchen.

I was pretty sure my head exploded.

Fuck me.

I shouldn’t have gotten a semi from her smart little mouth, but damn if my shorts hadn’t started feeling a bit tighter. And it had everything to do with the tiny spitfire standing in my living room, giving me a ration of shit like she owned the place.

I had to admit, seeing her all fiery and pissed off like that really did something for me. I didn’t just want to press her buttons; I wanted to jab on those motherfuckers until they stuck in place. Getting a rise out of her got a definite rise out of me.

That wasnotgood.

I wasn’t the type of man to enjoy a woman beyond the one thing I truly needed her for, one thing that typically only lasted a few hours before we parted ways. Yes, I was aware that made me sound like an inconsiderate asshole, and yes, I also knew I lived up to that title spectacularly. But when the love of your life chewed you up and spit you out in the worst possible way, it had the power to leave a man seriously jaded about the opposite sex.

That was why I had desperately needed to escape the little minx, each angry inhalation causing those mouthwatering tits to rise and fall beautifully.

Christ, I hadn’t even known the girl was built like that. Her wardrobe had left little to be desired over the past few days, but the t-shirt she was wearing that morning was much more form-fitting than anything she’d worn before. How had I not realized how hot she was until that very moment?

And her ass in those jeans.

Lord, help me.

I was inseriousfucking trouble.

“Excuse me?”

I rolled my eyes at her biting tone when she pushed into the kitchen as I hit the switch on the coffee maker. “Look,” I started, turning around to find her with her hands propped on her curvier-than-expected hips and murder in her denim-colored eyes. I had to clear my throat and give my head a little shake to dislodge the thought of what she’d look like naked from my mind. The only reason I was looking at her with even theslightest bitof lust was because I hadn’t gotten laid in the past five days.

That had to be it. There was no way I’d be attracted to a woman like her if I was in a rational frame of mind. No way at all…. right?

Her snapping voice pulled me back into reality. “What?”

“Huh?”

Her eyes narrowed as she regarded me like some sort of science experiment gone wrong. “You started saying something, but then you trailed off.”

“Oh, yeah…” I tried to get my brain back on track, but with how full her breasts looked in that goddamned t-shirt, I couldn’t think straight.

“Oh, for the love of God,” she grumbled as she stomped in my direction, pushing past me to grab a mug and fill it with coffee. I followed suit, thinking lack of caffeine was just another reason for the major mental malfunction I seemed to be having in her presence.

“First off,” she started after taking a gulp from her mug and setting it on the counter. “They’re called breasts,” she said, waving her hand in front of her chest. “They’re something I’m willing to bet you see on a daily basis.” I couldn’t help the smug grin that pulled at my lips—that was, until she continued on. “Although, I don’t see how you manage to pull in the kind of tail you do. Yeah, you’re hot and all, but the moment that mouth of yours opens, all that good flies out the damn window.”

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