He goes quiet for a minute, and I squirm, watching him lying on my damn bed. All that hotness outweighed by his nosiness.
“Alright, if you must know, my landlord was a weak ass bastard who got railroaded by his family and kicked me out. I’m looking for another place, and I have plenty of offers on where to go but I’m perfectly fine here.”
He arches a brow, and I brace for another probing question but all he does is nod.
That’s it? No more questions, no telling me I can’t live here like everyone else? Before I can say anything more, Ronan turns on the TV.
“Look,Rocky IIIis on.”
I’m at a loss for words. Guess there is a first time for everything.
“Do you like theRockymovies?”
What in the hell is happening?
Ronan pats the bed in a ‘come join me,’ gesture. “No funny business. You can even pick a movie if you want something different.”
“Are you serious? Don’t you have better things to do?”
“I can think of nothing better than watching a movie in yourhouse.”
He watches me tip my head back, not hiding that I’m counting to ten. He waits me out.
“What’ll it be?”
A terrible idea. A catastrophe waiting to befall me. He’ll soon lose interest. I’m just a passing fancy right now. He’s staring at me, waiting.
I take in the length of his body, the easy way he’s lounging back against my pillows. I really should throw his ass out.
He lifts one side of his lips in a sexy smirk. A challenge of sorts.
Well, he doesn’t know who he is challenging. And what the hell? How many people get to say they watched a movie in bed with Ronan Christian? Probably a lot.
We’re all alone in here now. Anya must have left with everyone else after overhearing our bizarre conversation back here.
“I prefer Rocky two. He beats Creed a second time and proves he deserves to be where he is.”
He grins. “Creed won in Rocky.”
“On a technicality.”
“It’s a points system,” Ronan argues.
“Yeah, well, he beat him fair and square in the second movie.”
The whole time we’ve been arguing, I’ve got on the bed and settled myself beside him. There is no point fighting this, but there is enough space between us another person could fit.
“If you’re sticking around, make yourself useful and order a pizza. I’m hungry, and you’re buying.”
“Yes,ma’am.”
Ifeelhim grinning at me. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” he asks.
“Plotting. You’re not as subtle as you think.”
My chin tips up. I’ve always been stubborn, but this situation is making me giddy.
