Is he asking me what I think he’s asking? I might not have had a boyfriend for almost a decade, but I know what it means. Izzy has done it before with some of the guys and women she’s dated, and I can’t believe he would ask me that. Well, that’s a lie. Gunner puts the capital W in whore. Even though I want him to jump my bones, and I can’t help the way my body responds to him, and the thought of us sleeping together makes me wet as the ocean, I can’t act out on those thoughts. He’s tempting, too. It’s already hard enough living with him, trying not to want him.

“Gunner.” My voice cracks like an egg. “I’m not having sex with you.”

His eyes dilate. “Time the fuck out.” He creates a T with his hands. “I didn’t ask you to fuck.”

I glance out the window. The sun is setting behind the tall buildings, and white fluffy clouds float in the baby-blue sky.

Why is he being so nice to me?

For the life of me, I can’t wrap my head around it. “Why?”

“Why what?”

I tear my eyes from the breathtaking view and glare at him. “You want to hang out with me? What’s your angle?”

“There’s none.”

“That’s bullcrap. You’re being nice—too nice. You let me crash at your crib, and now you want to hang out.” He stares at me like I’ve grown three heads. “Is this your way of trying to screw me?”

Slowly, he stands from the chair and marches up to me, resting both hands on my shoulders. “Rainbow, calm down.”

“You’re not answering my question,” I shoot back.

“I’m not trying to fuck you.” His lustful eyes drink me up from head to toe, and he licks his lips like he wants to devour me. “Not that you’re not fuckable.”

Maybe I’m too suspicious. I just never had a man helping me without something in return.

Gunner isn’t like him, I tell myself. Not every man is a pig. Not every guy wants to hurt me.

“I’m a straightforward man. If I’m going to fuck you, I’ll tell you. I wouldn’t use Netflix either. I have better game than that.” He removes his hands from my shoulders and rubs the back of his neck. “Are we gonna watch the show? I’ll order you your favorite spaghetti and meatballs from Patsy’s.”

How did he know that was my favorite restaurant? I shake my head; it doesn’t matter.

“Okay.”

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Gunner