She’s not paying any attention to me, though. She’s wrapped herself like a burrito in a blanket from the couch and turns in circles, picking up all the evidence from our night together like it’s a crime scene.

Condom wrappers, wine bottle corks, panties.

She picks up my shirt and tosses it to me, our eyes finally locking before hers travel down. I glance at the time on my phone. Shit, I gotta get going. “Can I get your number?”

She doesn’t answer, just moves past me to straighten the coffee table and pick up the empty wine bottles.

“Here.” I try and take one of the bottles. “Let me help.”

Her grip tightens. “I got it. You should go. My roommates will be up any minute.”

“Yeah, alright.” Nothing like being kicked out of a girl’s room first thing in the morning.

I’m turning my shirt right side out when a door opens and two girls step through. Both tall, one with wild blonde curls and the other a brunette with straight hair and a sharp angular face that’s probably pretty when she smiles. As it is, her cold expression gives new meaning to the term resting bitch face. Sooo, this is the evil roommate.

Confirmed when she steps fully into the room and takes in the scene. Her eyes go from shocked to taunting. Her tone is condescending as hell when she says, “Good morning, Chloe. Who’s your friend?”

My surfer princess stiffens.

“You did catch his name, right? A one-night stand, really? Or is he from a service?”

A service? Hell, no. Did this girl just insinuate I’m a prostitute?

After pulling the t-shirt on over my head, I step forward and extend a hand. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m—”

“Nathan Payne,” she finishes. Her eyes have gone from narrowed slits to wide saucers. “Oh, my God. Hi. Welcome. I didn’t recognize you without your shirt on.”

Welcome?

She looks to Chloe like she expects an explanation. “How do you two know each other?”

We met last night and hooked up seems like the wrong answer so I stay quiet.

“Actually.” Chloe’s green eyes flit to me and then her spine straightens with some sort of resolve. “Nathan is my boyfriend.”

I let out a chuckle of surprise and then do my best to hide it behind a cough.

“You’re her boyfriend?” The brunette’s wide eyes snap to me.

I nod.

“I’m Emily.” The blonde with bouncy curls places her hand in mine. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

The other roommate continues to stare at me in shock, so I move to Chloe. “Well, I should get going.” I drop a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll catch ya later, girlfriend.”