Drew
“You what?” Roman Olivet stared at me like I’d just told him I killed Queen Elizabeth. He shook his head. “Bad idea, man.”
I looked down at my scotch, swirling the amber liquid in my glass for a minute before bringing it to my lips. “She’s going to help me while Tess is out for three months in exchange for rent. It’ll give her a chance to find a place she can afford and get back on her feet.”
Roman sucked back his beer. “I asked you to rent me space two years ago, and you told me you couldn’t share space with anyone.”
“I can’t. This is temporary.”
He squinted at me. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“You’re such a dick.”
“What the hell? Emerie said the same thing.”
Roman’s eyebrows jumped. “She called you a d**k, and you’re letting her share offic
