Of all the people I hoped were still asleep, it’s him.
I have the urge to jerk Peter back into my room and shut the door, but it’s too late. Carson’s brown eyes caught me and that damn smirk appears on his face.
I’m never going to live this down.
Luckily, Peter doesn’t seem to notice and continues to walk down the hall. I’m about to slam the door when Carson decides to chimes in.
“My, my, Kinley Wright, look at you.”
“Don’t start, Carson Lee.”
His smile deepens. “I haven’t said anything yet.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I go to shut my door but Carson jumps in my room.
“Get out.” I pull my robe tighter.
“Nope, this is too much fun.”
“Carson,” I start but he cuts me off.
“Did you even catch his name?”
“Yes,” I growl. “I know his name.”
“Are you sure? Because you know sometimes guys give fake names.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, he told me his name is Peter. Are you happy now that you know his name?”
“Did Peter have a big-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Carson Lee.” I point my finger at him, and he grabs his side laughing. “Now, get out.”
“No way,” he says, still chuckling. “This is way more fun than working out.”
I push my hand through my hair, frustrated.
“Come on, Kinley, you rag me all the time about the girls in my bed. This is just a little payback.” His smile still plastered on his face.
“Well, I guess a little teasing is called for, but now you’re through.” I give him a mean look.
“Ha, not even close.”
“Carson.”
He cuts me off again. “I’m surprised the room is still entact. I figured to see some broken lamps or at least a broken bed.”
“This is my day off, please leave.”
“Are you sure it was a good fucking because I’m not seeing damage here.” He points to the ruffled sheets.
“Carson Lee, get out of my room this very instant!” I scream at him.
Of course, he laughs as I shove him out of my room, slamming the door.
Chapter Sixteen
Carson