Okay, this isn’t exactly appropriate. I mean, a foot massage wasn’t either, but this?
Alarm bells go off after a second when I realize his hand is creeping under my dress. It’s grazing the bottom of my ass cheek!
I jump up and point at him. I’m gasping and pointing.
He tilts his head curiously, a smile on his face.
“You rat bastard!”
He holds his hands up in the air innocently. “What? You didn’t like that?”
“You’re a rat bastard!”
“Maybe. Jury’s still out on that.”
I glare at him. He’s still smiling.
“I’m goin’ to bed. Getting away from you. Only a creep would take advantage of a tipsy falling asleep girl when he’s sober, you know that? You creepy egg-stealer.”
He shrugs. “I can’t let an opportunity pass me by. Want company?”
“Not on your life.” I down my wine and hand him the empty bottle. He takes it.
I reach down to the floor and grab my phone. Luckily, it survived my tossing it.
“All right then. Night, peaches. Sweet dreams.” He’s watched me bend over. Darn, I didn’t bend at the knees.
“You’re charming, aren’t you?” I snap.
I give him the finger and wander toward my bedroom, hearing him laughing.
“Back to professional in the morning, Aiden!” I order.
He’s not gonna try to be a better roommate. He’s just an opportunistic jerk.
“Carly?”
“What?”
“If I turned the charm on, you’d be under me in a heartbeat.”
“That’s what you think.”
“It’s what I know.”
“Pfff.” I have no better comeback. “Professional in the morning. From now on.” I point.
“Got ‘cha.” He salutes me.
***
I’m awake. I think.
I’m sitting up. I’m still in my sweatshirt dress and my hair is in a weird loose bun over on one side by my ear. There’s a hundred-dollar bill stuck to my thigh. What?
My phone is to my ear. Did I answer it?
“Huh?” I say into the phone, looking around, disoriented. My lights are on. Did I fall asleep with the lights on?