Normally, my repel charm worked better on men than this. He shouldn’t still be standing here, even if it was to discuss last night. I didn’t want to have any conversation with him. “Thank you for letting me know. I was waiting on clarification,” I replied, in the most sarcastic tone I could muster.

He chuckled and cocked his head slightly to the left. “Why does Margo think you are?”

Turning around and knocking on the door to get Margo was what I needed to do, it was the smart thing to do, but I was being less than brilliant today and I didn’t move.

“She was drunk. She didn’t mean it that way,” I explained, even though I was wondering why I was telling him anything. This was not his business. Why was he still talking to me anyway?

He motioned toward me with the hand holding his coffee and said “Please elaborate.”

This would be where I told him to mind his own damn business. That was typically how I would respond if a man, other than Heath, had talked to me this long or shown any interest in me for more than a minute or two.

“I don’t date. Anyone.” WHY? Why was I replying to him?

His eyebrows rose, and those odd colored eyes of his widened. “How is that possible?”

Okay so now I was a bit irked. Was his DNA messed up? He should be bored with me by now. Not asking me questions and showing any interest. There had been plenty of time for the dulling charm to take effect on him.

He’d asked it, though, and it only showcased more of his superficial outlook on life. Not everyone had to be in a relationship, or in his case, get naked with someone new every other day. I was fine being alone.

“It’s called self-worth,” I explained, as if he were a small child who had no idea what that meant. Because let’s be honest, he didn’t. He had taken off his shirt last night to draw even more attention to himself. Heath had said Rathe went through women like a revolving door.

“I’ll look that up and see if I can make sense of it,” he replied. He was mocking me. Asshole.

I managed to turn away from him, this time, and knock on the door. I wasn’t here to chat him up. This roommate had been a bad choice. Heath wasn’t the best at picking them. I now understood Heath’s dislike of the guy. He had made another rash decision, and he needed to fix it. Get rid of Rathe. It should be easy enough.

The door opened, and instead of Margo, it was Heath. He didn’t look hungover at all, but he did look as if he’d just woken up. “Mornin’,” he said and smiled at me. That was sincere.