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Camille:

I blinked once, then twice, but nothing changed. There was still a naked stranger standing in my kitchen and other strangers doing god knows what all over the house.

“You can pick up from where she left off,” the stranger said, taking a bottle of liquor beside him and swallowing it in one gulp. “She was doing a shit job anyway. You look like you’ll know how to get me off.”

“I’m not, eww,” I said, turning away and covering my eyes. Unfortunately, I had already looked at it and the thickness of it was imprinted in my memory.

“Take a shot, beautiful. It’ll loosen you up,” he said, offering me a shot glass, but I slapped it away from his hand and stepped back.

His smile disappeared and a frown that made him look scary etched deeply on his face.

“Prude,” he said as an insult to me and put on his shorts. “Who the hell even invited you to my party?”

I snapped. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

His brows furrowed. “Your house? This is my sister’s apartment.”

That was when it clicked. He was Lucia’s brother.

The gorgeous hunk with the British accent who had just been receiving head in my kitchen was my roommate’s brother.

But how was that possible? He was supposed to be some prim and proper lawyer who was depressed and quiet, not this. He was the exact opposite of what I had imagined and that was a problem. Not to mention, he was two days early.

“You’re Daniel,” I muttered. “Lucia’s brother.”

“Oh, you must be the roommate she won’t shut up about. I’m really disappointed. She said you were fun,” he said and took another swig of liquor. “But you’re acting like the grinch, sucking the fun out of everything. Hey, that will be my new name for you. Grinch. See how it fits you so well.”

I rolled my eyes , unbothered by what was probably supposed to be an insult. I wondered how he was still standing and was able to make meaningful conversation at all with all he was drinking.

“How can I be fun when a bunch of strangers just turned my house into a drunk sex party?” I yelled.

He scoffed. “Sex party? This is just a regular party, babe. If this was a sex party, we wouldn’t even be standing here having this conversation.”

“I don’t care what kind of party you’re having. I just need you to call it off right now. I have school tomorrow and I can’t go to bed with your noise. You just got here. How do you even know so many people in New York?”

Daniel just smirked at me and walked closer. I doubted he had even understood anything I said, but yet, I couldn’t break his stare.

He smelled strongly of booze and something else I couldn’t place, but somehow, it wasn’t an off putting smell. He casually wrapped an arm around my waist and the nerves all over my body stood at attention when his hands touched me.

My chest heaved as he looked down at me. Now he was standing straight, his height almost made him look like a giant. The look in his grey eyes was intense as his hand snaked up my back one finger at a time until he was touching the back of my neck.

When he dipped his head forward, my breath hitched in my throat and I involuntarily licked my lips, each hair on my body standing at attention as I waited to be kissed by him.

I shut my eyes and parted my lips, but the kiss didn’t come. Instead, I felt his lips graze the side of my neck and kiss up to my ear.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered and I inhaled.

I felt the weight of his foul words like a shiver all the way to my feet, and felt it concentrate in my center. He was too close to me then that I could feel his erection on my stomach. It took everything in me not to nod and finish what he had started, but my common sense had to remind me that I wasn’t the main character in some erotica novel.

I couldn’t even believe it had considered it. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe it was the music or something because I wasn’t that easy to bend.

“Get your hands off me,” I said and stepped back. “I want all your friends gone right now and that godawful music stopped. I don’t know if your sister told you, but we don’t throw parties here…”

“Oh, shut up,” he interrupted me with an irritated sigh. “Your voice is giving me a headache. I’m not sober enough for this conversation and there are a few drugs in my system that I’m waiting for to kick in. I’d rather be deep in some p*ssy when that happens than be here listening to your bullsh*t. Go find somewhere else to be because I’m not ending my party just cause some b*tch told me to. My bad luck is that you’re the hottest girl here but you just have to be a f*cking grinch.”

Before I could even process everything he had said and answer him, he walked away.

What the heck just happened?