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Chapter Three
Dani
Hunter Kiss lifts his hand off my shoulder and stands, and suddenly I’m able to breathe again. He was sitting so close to me in just a towel, all that bare skin and rippling muscle on display. I swear at one point I imagined myself licking his perfect abs. Which is fine. I mean, I am a warm-blooded female with needs and he is damn fine. And his cock...
I can't stop thinking about how large he was.
Large and getting larger.
God, I need to get laid. But not by Hunter. No way.
“I just need to get dressed and then we’ll be set.” He cocks a brow. “Unless you’d rather undress and we can talk here. Afterward.”
That damn bastard. He knows he’s getting to me.
I suck in a breath at the thought of all that could occur in getting to afterward, but force myself to scowl. I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing how utterly fantastic I find his body. I can't let him know how much he turns me on.
He laughs. “No? Okay, be right back.”
He turns and disappears into what I presume is his bedroom. Stay strong, I remind myself, trying hard not to remember the feel of his body pressed against mine, and definitely not imagining following him into his room. Deep breaths. I’m not here for me.
Chad, think of Chad.
And sure enough, the mad desire I was feeling for Hunter eases. Curiosity takes its place.
For the first time, I’m alone and because I’m not distracted by sparring with him, I’m able to better take in my surroundings. His penthouse is right out of a modern design magazine, with high-end finishes in every direction.
The place is kept in pristine condition, but I presume that’s due to a well-paid staff. Or perhaps spending very little time at home. Harsh sunlight is kept at bay with shaded floor-to-ceiling windows that line the entirety of the walls.
God this place is like a fucking museum. I stare at what might be a chair, but might also be a statue, afraid to sit. The couch has too much of Hunter’s delicious soapy smell all over it, so can’t sit there. I need to stay strong and focused.
I pace around, just checking things out. To the right is—yep, it’s his bedroom with a huge bed with a light grey duvet—and to the left of that is a large seating area with what I can only describe as a big ass fucking TV suspended from the wall. I bet he probably fills this place up on game nights with his buddies.
Beyond that is a white dining table with light wooden accents that compliment the sleek grey-toned floors. The kitchen glistens with a dull whiteness that’s still somehow alluring. A laptop sits on the counter.
He steps out of the bedroom and I meet his gaze. He’s now wearing a perfectly ironed and well-fitted suit with a bright pink tie. I wonder if he purposely picked the color to match my hair.
He glances at his laptop, screen blank, and is it my imagination or does he look at me approvingly? Then he steps past me and opens the door, gesturing with his hand. “Ladies first.”
It takes no time to reach the glass-trimmed elevator, the same elevator Amy, his girl-of-the-night, had run out of, slamming into me in the lobby. She’d been hysterical, and I’d asked if she was okay, and she’d told me she definitely wasn’t okay and who the bastard responsible for that was.
That same bastard now reaches forward to press the elevator button, and I get a good whiff of his scent again; less soap now, and more a potent combination of sandalwood and apples.
Dreamy. Just downright dreamy. I can’t help but close my eyes as I inhale.
I shake my head quickly. No, there will be none of that. It doesn’t matter that he’s handsome and cocky in the most irresistible way. It doesn’t matter that he smells good and is obviously rich. All that matters is Chad, and what’s best for his future, and unless Hunter Kiss can convince me that going pro before he graduates college is it, he and I have only just begun to battle.
Remembering that I’d been the one to literally throw the opening salvo, I mentally wince. I glance over at him. There’s a slight, darkening bruise at the edge of his left eye. I tell myself I already apologized numerous times, but I really want to apologize again. The only thing that stops me is the knowledge I can’t show weakness, not where Chad is concerned.
The elevator flashes open. We’re both silent as we enter the boxed space. When the doors close, we’re left staring at ourselves in the mirrored doors. My eyes drift to the side, taking in the sight that is him. Underneath the harsh elevator lights, his jawline is even more refined, and seemingly not a single damn hair is out of place. His skin is flawless, and he’s built with just the right amount of muscle and leanness.
His eyes find mine in the mirror, catching me in the act.
I clear my throat. “This is a very nice complex.”
“Are you hitting on me again?” he smirks.
“Wh-what? I never hit on you!” He is so annoyingly arrogant.
