“Was that Lee I heard in the kitchen with you?” Derek asked as he tossed a card down on the table. Cam’s eyes tightened and she glared over at me.
“Oh man, is that your new roommate’s name?” Mo asked. “Because hot damn she’s fine.”
“Cat that got the cream,” Dixon scoffed. “More like the cream got the pussy.”
The guys cracked up laughing. I was on my feet and had the bastard by the throat. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
Cam stood, her eyes narrowed at me as she nodded towards the hallway. She stalked out and I dropped my hand. “Keep your perverted thoughts to yourself,” I warned before following Cam out to the hall. That creep made my skin crawl. Mo was all right, but Dixon was just another example of Cam’s poor choice of friends. Speaking of Cam, she was now glaring at me like I stole her last condom. What in the hell?
“Stay away from her Kyle,” Cam said quietly. “She’s vulnerable.” I studied Cam for a minute, shit she looked serious.
“Cam, you’re looking at me like I’m the spawn of Austin Powers, Christ I’m not a serial womanizer.”
She smirked. “Aren’t you?”
Okay, fair point, my past was pretty colored, but then, so was Cam’s.
Sighing, she looked me dead straight in the eyes. “Look, Kyle, all I’m saying is Lee is sheltered and new to the city. She’s not used to our lifestyle and doesn’t need the drama that comes from being with you.” Well, that was a warning if there ever was one. No girl deserved the drama that came from being with me. “Lee’s a good girl and she has had a really shitty life. I don’t know why she chose to come to me, but I’m glad she did. She needs my help Kyle and I don’t want her to run again.”
Okay point taken. I had never heard Cam talk so passionately about anyone before, not even Derek. Lee was important to her and she was running from something. What was she running from? A weird possessive feeling came over me. Shit… “So, in other words, don’t touch her?” I muttered stomping down the disappointment.
Cam smiled sweetly. “Exactly, well, you can be friends with her, but be a doll and try to keep it in your pants. That girl is nothing like us,” Cam patted my shoulder. “She needs this place right now, more than you know. So just, be gentle with her.”
Be her friend. Keep it in my pants. “I can do that,” I promised and I hoped I could.
Chapter Three
Lee
I touched my hands to my mouth, my face flamed when I thought of Kyle kissing me. Never in my life had I been kissed like that.
I heard footsteps approach so I grabbed my bowl and spoon from the table and moved to the sink to clean up. I felt guilty enough having barged in on my roommates without eating their food, as well. I didn’t usually eat at the house; my meals were free at work, but I was starving when I woke up this morning. I had some change in tips and decided I would go grocery shopping after work this evening. Drying my bowl, I turned to put it the press, freezing on the spot when I took in Kyle’s half-naked body.
Kyle stood in the doorway of the kitchen, dressed only in black trousers. He was waving a white shirt in front of him. I hadn’t seen him three days and I was drooling. My breath hitched as my gaze locked on his chest, his pecs, those abs, that dusting of hair from his belly button trailing under his pants…
“I think we may have gotten off to a bad start,” he said, grinning sheepishly. “So, how about a truce?” I couldn’t stop the nervous giggle that escaped my mouth. I wanted to stay angry with him, but he was making that close to impossible standing there waving his ‘white flag.' I forced my eyes away from his ribbed stomach and pulled my nightdress down suddenly feeling very naked. Even though I was covered to the knee, it wasn’t enough around this man.
“A truce?” I asked trying to sound nonchalant and not to let the nervousness I was feeling slip into my voice. “I hadn’t realized we had waged war?”
He grinned even broader, his dimple deepened. Oh god… He moved away from the doorframe and strolled over to me. “Well, maybe not full on war, but we definitely had a little wrangling going on,” he chuckled. “So, let’s call it a truce for any foreseen battles that may develop into fully scaled war.”
What? Kyle took the bowl I was holding, went and poured some cereals into it. “You’re weird,” I said. He laughed harder, the gentleness of his smile made the sharp angles of his handsome face soften. My stomach clenched as he poured some milk in the bowl and grabbed my unwashed spoon.