Kayla
I stared up at Nicholas incredulously as he slipped the key back into his pocket . There was a roguish glint in his eye, as if he knew something that I didn’t.
“What were you doing in there?” I asked, folding my arms tightly over my chest.
“Nothing. None of your business.”
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Already, I could picture what the brazen playboy was up to in there. “Who is it?” I bit out. “Rebecca? Nora? Or another woman?”
Nicholas snorted. Loudly. “Rebecca is a fling from the past that I’d rather forget. I thought you knew that,” he retorted. “As for Nora, when have I ever once indicated even the slightest interest in her? If I had to choose someone around here to sleep with, I would much rather choose—”
I didn’t let him finish. I let loose a sm
