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  2. 1. August
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  35. Thank you
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. About Author
  38. Excerpt - The Roommate Deal
  39. Also By Roxanne

I looked around me. Was there really no one else he could talk to?

And then it was like a Godsend. A group of girls walked in—their predator eyes scanning the room, finding Carson almost instantly. Spotting them, he let out a low groan and grabbed my hand from the bar.

“Do me a favor and pretend to be engrossed in a conversation with me.”

I leaned in. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Perfect. A smile wouldn’t hurt either.”

“You think the world owes you something?” I asked, thinking back to how I had to be at Evan’s beck and call.

“I think you owe me something,” he mumbled, his eyes cautious of our surroundings.

“You get hit in the head a few times playing pro?”

He pulled tighter. “Why were you the least likely to hang around me in high school yet somehow…”

He trailed off and I hated that I wanted to know where he was going with that. “Yet somehow what?”

He glanced at the girls—barely. As if to see if the threat was getting closer. “What was in Manhattan?” His green eyes back on mine and even though I knew it was just a distraction to get me to engage with him, there was a profoundness in his voice that told me to just answer the question.

“Everything.” I gave in to it, whatever it was. “Or so I thought,” my voice dropped.

He nodded slowly. “That’s deep. Tell me more.”

I shook my head, glancing over at the peering flock of girls. Something tugged in my chest. Once again, I was being used.

And by Carson Hill, no less.

Well I’ve grown a lot in the past week.

I leaned in closer and dropped my tone as sensual as I could get it. “Are you seeing anyone?”

He blinked, loosening his grip on my hand and shifting away a bit. “N-No.”

“Great.” I grinned and stood. “No, I’m not interested in a threesome,” I shouted, splashing my glass of water at his chest before flipping my hair and marching away. I grinned as the girls made their way to the bar, surrounding him.

End Excerpt

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