I didn't like her.But for some messed-up reason, I didn't like the idea of her hooking up with losers in vacant properties either. Call me sentimental, but the thought of my old chemistry partner rolling around in a dilapidated house, well, it was damned disappointing.
At the realization, I frowned.Shit.What didthatmean?
Chapter 7
Arden
The longer we talked, the more I felt like throttling him.
When I considered everything Brody had cost me, this latest development was just icing on the cake.
I mean, who does that, anyway?
Who buys a house purely out of spite?
Brody Blastoviak, that's who.
And yet, the thought of him buyingthisplace, only to destroy it, well, it was impossible to fathom. Something inside me twisted, and I couldn't stop myself from telling him exactly what I thought. "You're vile. You know that?"
If the insult bothered him, he didn't show it. With an obnoxious smirk, he said, "Hey, don't blamemeif your hookup went South."
I shook my head. "Hookup? What hookup?" And then, it hit me. "Wait a minute. You think I was here to, what, have some sort of rendezvous?"
He shrugged. "That's a fancy way of saying it."
"What, compared to the wayyoutalk?" I rolled my eyes. "That's rich."
"Yeah, I am," he said. "Deal with it."
I stiffened.God, what a total asshat.
Okay, so he was loaded.Big freaking deal.Obviously, the money hadn't bought him any maturity whatsoever.
"Well, that's nice," I said. "So now you're rubbing your money in my face?" I forced a laugh. "What, you wanna toss some cash onto the floor so we can roll around in it?"
At the image, I almost cringed.Good Lord. What was I saying?
His eyebrows lifted. "Is that a request?"
I drew back. "No."
"Good," he said. "Because I'm not interested."
So I'd heard.I made a sound of annoyance. "Do you realize that's the second time you've told me that? What is it? You think everyone in the world wants to sleep with you? That's a little arrogant, don't you think?"
"Not if it's true."
I started to object, but then thought better of it. Probably itwastrue. I mean, just look at him. The money aside, he was hot as sin, with the face to match. Probably he had a line of girls a mile long, just waiting to get a piece of him.
Good.
They could have him for all I cared.
"For your information," I told him, "I'm not interested inyoueither."
"Good," he said. "Because I'm not into crazy chicks."
My jaw dropped.