I had no idea.
It's not like I'd asked.
Instead, I'd called Tara – the gal who'd rented me the place – and lodged an official complaint, not that it did a lick of good. Like Nicky, she'd acted like I was some kind of prude and suggested that I simply "chill out."
Of course, "chilling" would be a lot easier if I weren't missing two hundred dollars – money I'd tucked inside a book on my nightstand, until it mysteriously disappeared, that is.
The money. Not the book. Or the night stand.
Those were still there.
Fast forward to now. Even though I hadn't actually seen my roommate for nearly two days, I'd been hearing him plenty, making weird noises outside my bedroom door or talking way too loud on his cell phone.
The stupid thing was, Nicky was a decent-looking guy. If I'd passed him on the street, I might've found him appealing. But now, all I felt was revulsion – and yes, a tiny bit of fear.
It wasn'tonlythat he was a creep – and probably a thief. He was apparently adangerousthieving creep. I knew this because earlier today I'd overheard him on his cell phone, talking about his time in prison.
Maximum security – or at least that's what he'd said.
I didn't know for what, but Ididknow that I was done living with him. There were just a few tiny problems. For one thing, I had nowhere else to go. And for another, I'd already paid my rent in advance – three whole months for the entire summer break.
To my infinite shame, it hadn't even been my own money. It had come from my sister, which meant that it had come from her fiancé, Flynn Archer.
Okay, yes Flynnwasa billionaire, which meant that he could surely afford it. But Isodidn't want to bethatperson – the clingy relative who couldn't stand on her own two feet.
Plus, the wayIsaw it, he'd paid for more than enough already.
From the passenger's seat, Jack said, "So what's your plan?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I'm still working on it."
"You said he's a psycho? What kind?"
A vision of the guy's erection flashed in my brain. I couldn’t help but shudder. "You know. The creepy kind."
Jack's jaw clenched. "Tell me. Did he touch you?"
Heat flooded my face. "No. It wasn't like that. I just mean…"How to put this?"He's not shy about showing himself."
"So he flashed you."
"I guess." I bit my lip. "No, wait. That's not really fair." With a resigned sigh, I continued. "Basically, I came out of my bedroom, and he was in the kitchen. And he, uh, wasn't fully dressed."
"So he was naked."
My face was burning now. "Sort of. I mean, he was wearing a robe, but nothing else. And the robe was open, and he was, well…excited, I guess." Trying hard to be fair, I added, "Of course, he might've thought I was asleep."
"So?"
"So I just mean, that might explain why he wasn't careful."
"So this robe," Jack said. "Did he shut it after?"
"You mean after he saw me." I shook my head. "No. He didn't." In fact, he'd opened itwider, but that hardly seemed worth mentioning.
When Jack spoke again, his voice was eerily calm. "Anything else?"
"Well…" I hesitated. "He's been, um, moaning outside my bedroom door."
