“Mr. Lozhkin.” I steel myself. “What a surprise.”
The corner of his mouth curls. “Not that much of a surprise, it seems. You’ve done your research.”
“And you’ve done yours,” I bite back. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t know at which door to loom.”
“Is that what I’m doing? ‘Looming’?”
Don’t get distracted by his abs, Mia.
You’ve got no cheese left to grate, Mia.
“You tell me,” I say with a nervous swallow. “You’re the one blocking me out of my apartment.”
He looks at me with a hungry glint in his eye. An intense, predatory look, the kind that makes you suddenly realize howinteresting the floor between your toes is.
Slowly, he takes a step towards me. “First, I was blocking you in,” he drawls. “Now, I’m blocking you out.”
I force myself to hold his gaze. “Points for c
