“I want my closet back.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Winter,” I say her name with a pandering smile. “You probably packed a few cozy sweaters, one dinner outfit, forty-seven pairs of leggings because women like you pretend they’re pants—”

“Insulting me will not help your case.” She folds her arms across her beautiful chest, mirroring my nonchalance.

Little shit thinks she’s got leverage on me. She doesn’t realize I could buy this entire resort specifically to use every damn closet it provides.

I’ll admit, when she stomped out of her room last night with that crap all over her face, her slouchy sweater hiding all the curves she possesses, I thought my new roommate was Dogtown’s commander and chief. Now I see how wrong I was—which isn’t exactly typical for me. She’s actually quite attractive. Her frame is petite and slender mostly everywhere except for her hips and that luscious ass. Her lips are pouty, especially that bottom one. There’s a natural line down the middle, making her mouth look like an upside-down heart. This girl mentally excites me about as much as a punch to the dick, but I’m not pissed that I have to look at that for the next two weeks. Or however long I’ll be stuck babysitting Sister Winter for Sondra on Preston’s behalf.

All that said, this girl is a damn headache. No, a fucking migraine.

“This is the only deal I’ll make, Winter. You touched all of my shit without even asking if we could switch.”

“You had your lapdog move you into the biggest room because you felt entitled to it. I don’t reason with people like you. You're tasting your own medicine... Bitter?”

I stare at Winter, taking part in this battle of wills, which, again, isn’t typical for me. Putting so much effort into such pettiness doesn’t appeal to me. Yet, here I am.

Mental note: Kill Preston slowly.

“How about we negotiate?” I swipe my hand through my hair in frustration. “I’m throwing you a bone here. Not the one you’re craving, but one that will make living with me so much easier. I suggest you take it.”

“I don’t do well with threats, Fox. You may be used to being the biggest swinging dick in the room, but you’ve met your match. And what do you know, she has a vagina.” She uncrosses her arms, lays her palms flat on the counter, and leans forward. “But, this is Sondra and Preston’s time. I’ll work with you, for them.”

“Name your stakes,” I say, softening my stance.

“No more women. Bringing them here, I mean. Do them in the lobby bathroom for all I care. You’re cool with that, remember?”

A smirk plays across my lips. I’m not exactly sure what I told her last night, but not being above fucking in a public bathroom was obviously on the agenda.

“No more women is a tall order...” I lift my hand to my face and rub my thumb across my bottom lip, feigning contemplation. Her eyes follow the path my thumb makes and my smile grows. “Fine. I won’t bring women back here, and you’ll let me move some of my things into your closet. Deal?”