VALERIA
I took the elevator to the third floor where my apartment was. I was still pissed off by tonight and the ugly turnout of events. My first day in California just ended awfully, all because Mr. Obnoxious thought I was of those girls who got nothing better to do than to run after guys.
I might be a sucker for d***s, but I've never had to grovel for them. They're always at my service in just the snap of my fingers. So calling me a stalker was one of the most degrading things anyone could ever say to me.
But the sizzling deep down my heart remained. It was an effect he'd stirred up when my gaze fell on him.
Recalling our meeting outside the elevator brought a mad rush down my spine. I must admit, I did find him a little bit attractive. Just a little bit.
When the elevator door op
