Free High Strung (Power Station Book 1) by T Gephart

morning. Perhaps I should use more simplistic language, he did seem to confuse easily.
    “No. I don’t, so let’s say goodbye and move on. Last night was an oversight. A hiccup. I can move on knowing that men like you are definitely not for me. So for that, I owe you a thank you. Now if you can kindly put on some clothes and vacate my apartment I’d appreciate it.”
    I turned my back to him, pulling the bed sheets around me. While he might have seen it all last night, he wasn’t going to get another peepshow this morning. Besides, facing away from him was definitely the smartest decision I’d had so far. The longer I looked at him, the greater the chance I would be saying something stupid, like offering to towel off the remnants of moisture that clung to the curve of his neck…with my tongue.
    “You know I didn’t see it initially but you really are an evil bitch and surprisingly that kind of turns me on more.” I could hear the smirk in his voice as his finger traced the line of my bare shoulder.
    I felt I had no choice as I opened my mouth, and lied. “And you are still the insensitive pig I pegged you for. So now we have established this was purely one sided, please leave and allow me the courtesy of wallowing in my shame privately.”
    “Fine, babe, I’ll leave but we both know you’ll be calling me.” I felt him move off the bed and heard the thud of his wet towel hitting the floor. All I had to do was turn and I would see what I had obviously been too drunk to remember. I wanted to, desperately, but refused to give him the satisfaction. Don’t turn around. Do NOT turn around!
    “I’ve taken the liberty of programming my number into your cell.” After some rustling, I caught the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled up. “I was disappointed there wasn’t even one dirty selfie on there.”
    I whipped my body around, too consumed by anger to worry about what I might be seeing. Thankfully while he was still naked from the waist up he was wearing jeans. “You went through my phone?”
    “You didn’t have a password on it.” His satisfied grin danced across his smug, sexy face.
    “You can’t just invade my privacy like that. Who do you think you are?” I was barely able to spit out the words through my seething rage.
    “Relax, babe, it’s just a phone. It’s not like I went through your underwear drawer.” His playfully raised eyebrow did little to convince me he hadn’t.
    It took every ounce of self-control I owned not to launch myself off the bed and punch him right in the throat. Maybe I was wrong and he was just baiting me, he seemed to gain an inappropriate amount of joy from our exchanges. Let’s not overreact just yet.
    “Dan. Did you go through my underwear drawer?”
    He bit back a grin, unashamedly admitting his perversion. “Okay, maybe a little, but you fell asleep so fast I got bored. Nice stuff by the way. I dig that little red thong you have tucked away.”
    “Get out,” I shouted, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at his head wishing I had a more solid projectile within reach. I didn’t even recognize the demonic voice that sprouted from my throat, it was like it was coming out of someone else.
    “Okay, Okay. I’m going.” He winced in the wake of my small but efficient explosion, snaring his shirt and boots from the floor before stepping to the threshold of my bedroom doorway. “See ya, babe.” He waved casually pulling the shirt over his head and walking out of my line of sight, not even offering a sorry. Of course he didn’t, he wasn’t sorry . In his mind, he’d done nothing wrong. I guessed as far as he was concerned, riffling through someone’s panty drawer after you had just been inside of them was hardly a violation. From that perspective, his stupid and idiotic logic was actually somewhat rational.
    As soon as the door slammed shut I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, and scrolled through my contacts. Sure enough, DAN EVANS was now listed with an