Tryst [Preview] (Publication: March 17, 2015)

Chapter 3

As I drive down my new street around one in the morning, I am on my Bluetooth with Tucker. It’s our ritual so we don’t fall asleep on the drive home.

“Tucker, please stop.” I say, exasperated with the topic. When Tucker sees fresh meat, he cannot be stopped.

“I’m just saying, rules-shmules. He seems interested.”

“But what if I’m not?”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him. You can have him.”

“I would gladly take that one off your hands.”

“I don’t know what I’m even talking about right now. I haven’t been their roommate one full day and I already have you telling me to break all the rules for one cute guy. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and I’d really rather have my pick of some other fish.”

“See, that’s what’s wrong with you. Stop comparing your men to fish. They are oh so much more, hon.”

My problem with men goes far beyond comparing them to fish.

Even though his tone makes me laugh, I sigh. “Good night, Tucker. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Skye.”

With that, I toss my phone onto the passenger seat and pull up to the condo, but my eyebrows furrow at what’s in the driveway.Three cars. There should only be two considering I’m just now getting home.

Aggravated, I realize I need to park a block away now. Who the hell could be taking my spot?

***

Stumbling up the steps to the front door, tired and annoyed from working so late at night, I put my key into the lock.

I open the door as if I do it every day, and hang my keys on the wall next to it. I’m so ready to crawl into bed. Whipping upmidnight mochas would exhaust anyone.

I hear giggles, and my head shoots up at what is going on in the living room.

The lights are off, but the TV is on, and there on the couch is Blake in a mildly compromising position with a brunette. Does that guy ever let up?

I guess I know whose car is in my spot now.

Normally, my reaction would be shock and embarrassment for myself and the other individuals, but I find myself annoyed,so annoyed,and in no way shocked. This guy is unbelievable.

I make eye contact with Blake, who is straightening himself out and shushing the girl. His eyes even glitter in the dark as they meet mine. His stare is hauntingly sexy in the shadows.

The moment is getting too awkward for my liking, and the pretty brunette won’t stop her annoying giggle. I decide to scurry by them and bite my tongue hard to avoid saying something snarky.

I glance at Blake as I walk by, and he actually looks a little embarrassed. Or am I making that up?I feel his penetrating stare on me all the way up the stairs. It’s unnerving.

I pull the curtain to my little loft, turning it into my personal room. That curtain is staying that way, as far as I’m concerned. I peel off my clothes in the darkness and crawl into my new bed. I sigh, wondering how much my voice will carry into the living room, and then wonder how much the sounds below will carry into my room. Ew.

I listen closely and I’m disgusted with myself. What am I listening for? Moans and groans? No. I am hoping they take it somewhere else.

Sure enough, after a bit of muffled whispers, I hear the duo make their way down the hall and hear his door shut.