I awake to the sound of some asshole pounding at my door. I look at the clock. It’s 2 freaking am. I want to roll over and go back to sleep, but whoever it is, is incessant.
Grumbling, I pull myself out of bed. The place better be on fire or something for how much urgency is in that knocking.
I throw open the door, and Beau is standing there. He’s shirtless. His bare chest is littered with love bites and lipstick smudges. He smells a bit like his date’s perfume and cigarettes from the bar. And s*x.
I want to close the door right in his face but there’s a wild look in his eyes that give me pause. He looks furious.
He doesn’t wait for an invitation to enter. Instead, he pushes forward all his own, crowding straight into my face.
Maybe on some other day, I might cower, but this asshole
