I looked over my shoulder as I dug my boots out from under a pile of laundry and shoved my feet into them. Normally my roommate would be around so you could hangout for a minute but he had to go to work so that means you need to get that fine ass in gear and get out.” “I have somewhere I need to be so that means you need to get up and get going. She was one I wouldn’t have minded waking up to this morning. She was pretty, had a nice body from what I could see and I wondered what kind of game I had thrown at her in order to get her to come home with me. I frowned at her as she lifted herself up in the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. “What’s going on?” I had temporarily forgotten about the girl in my bed so I swore softly under my breath and tugged a black t-shirt that looked reasonably clean over my head. I’ll be in the car.” She spun on her heel and just like that the doorway was empty and I was struggling to my feet and searching the floor any pair of pants I might have tossed down there last night. “I’ll make coffee, I already invited Nash but he said he has to go to the shop for an appointment.

“You have ten.” I would have lifted an eyebrow back at her tone and attitude but my head was killing me and the gesture would be wasted on her anyway, she was way past immune to my shit.

“Give me twenty.” I ran a hand through my messy hair and the blond in the doorway lifted an eyebrow.

Any chick that was willing to come how with a stranger for a night of unattached sex didn’t get the right to cast judgment around, especially while they were still naked and rumpled in my bed. “I thought you said you were single?” There was accusation in her tone that lifted the hair on the back of my neck. The girl on the other side of the bed rolled over and narrowed her eyes at the new addition to our awkward little party. I didn’t bother to cover up she was used to walking in and finding me hung over and naked so I didn’t see why today needed to be any different. I never should have given the little brat a key. I ran a hand over my face and swung my legs over the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door swung open. A soft moan from the other side of the bed reminded me that I hadn’t come home from the bar last night alone, not that I remembered the girl’s name or what she looked like or if had even been worth her time to stumble into my apartment with me. At first I thought the pounding in my head was my brain trying to fight its way out of my skull after the ten or so shots of Crown Royal I had downed last night, but then I remembered that it was Sunday and no matter how many times I told her, or how rude, or whatever kind of debauched and unsavory condition she found me in she showed up on Sunday morning to drag me home for brunch.

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