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"You stalked me then too..."

 

 

 

"My name is Kellan. Kellan Kenningston." After the statement, he lifts the cup he had been offering me, has a sip, and smiles. "Not drugged." As if can see his victory, he asks, "Now, do you mind inviting me in to finish this conversation? It's a bit frigid outside."

 

 

 

I lower myself back to my feet and reluctantly open the door.

 

 

 

You better be prepared to tell the cops everything that happened here if this goes bad. I mean everything. Make sure to emphasize how he harassed me and not how hot he is.

 

 

 

"My roommate's dad is a cop." I inform immediately. "And not just like a run of the mill cop either. He's a Police Commissioner. So if you hurt me, she'll make sure he hunts you down and gives you a cellmate who will appreciate your gorgeous mouth in a way you probably won't enjoy."

 

 

 

Kellan steps inside past me. "I think your mouth is gorgeous too."

 

 

 

That....That backfired a little. It's not what I meant! I mean yeah, he's got an incredible pair of lips. Lips that could probably pay my body the devotion it hasn't received in a very long time...

 

 

 

"Now who's thinking about who naked?"

 

 

 

Well of course he would be naked while his mouth is exploring parts of me! Otherwise that would just be a wasted fantasy! Wait. Why am I fantasizing about a stranger? A hot British stranger? Not British. Doctenn. They're like cousins or close enough, right?

 

 

 

He expands his smirk as he offers me the cup once more. "Latte?"

 

 

 

"How did you find me?" I take the beverage. "I didn't even give you my name."

 

 

 

"For the right price there are very few things that cannot be found or covered up, Brie."

 

 

 

"How very double o annoying of you to say." Bracing my back against the door again, I have a sip. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

 

 

 

Kellan leans his muscular frame against the backside of the couch. "Go out with me."

 

 

 

"No."

 

 

 

"I'm only in town for a week."

 

 

 

"You're looking for a fling," I declare.

 

 

 

He instantly questions, "When's the last time you've been flung?"

 

 

 

Not important...

 

 

 

Sensing his assumption is probably correct, he continues in an unexpected kind voice, "One date. That's all I'm asking."

 

 

 

"Let me get this straight. You cashed in one of your Bond like favors to hunt down my name and address just to ask me out?"

 

 

 

"It's romantic."

 

 

 

"It's creepy," I counter and move his direction. "And a lie. You could've easily got my phone number and asked that way. Less invasive."

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

 

 

"What can I say?" His body migrates towards mine. "I'm harder to deny in person."

 

 

 

Only because his goddamn eyes and smile twinkle like some weird Pixar animation trick.

 

 

 

"Not that hard." I wink.

 

 

 

"Is that a no?"

 

 

 

"That's a hell no," the reply is followed with me moving backwards towards my bedroom. "Now thank you for the coffee, but I have class I'll be late for if I keep wasting my time arguing with you."

 

 

 

Kellan nods slowly as if he doesn't believe he's been completely defeated.

 

 

 

Which he has. 110% defeated. I'm not going out with some hot accented stranger who brought me coffee, even if it is the most romance I've had in my life over the past two years.

 

 

 

"Can I walk you there?"

 

 

 

Now in the doorway of my room, I give him a puzzled look. "It's a ten minute drive on a good day. No way am I walking to campus."

 

 

 

"To your car then?"

 

 

 

"You're a little needy for someone so pretty."

 

 

 

The smirk I hate to admit I enjoy seeing appears again. "Persistent."

 

 

 

"Back to stalking territory," I tease before adding, "and I'm locking my door, so don't think about trying to open it to confirm whether or not my measurements are accurate in your fantasies."

 

 

 

Lord knows I'm wondering if his are....