Free Chasing Destiny by J.D. Rivera Page B

computer screen and looked bored as hell. The place was empty.
    “Are you winning?” I asked as I sat on the stool next to her.
    She turned to look at me. “Yep.” Shannon was a cute, shy girl with short red hair. She was very sweet, but wasn’t my type at all.
    “Big plans for tonight?”
    She shook her head sadly and turned back to the computer. “Nope. I’m here until eight and then I’m studying the rest of the night, you?”
    “Just taking my roommate out.”
    “Oh,” she said, her eyes round. “I didn’t know you were gay. With the way you flirt with girls, I just assumed…”
    “What?” I asked, seriously confused. My eyebrows dipped while I thought back to what I could have said to make her think I was gay. She stared at me, looking just as confused as I felt. “I’m not—why…? Oooh, my roommate,” I said, the realization dawning on me. “I see what you did there. I’m not gay, I live with a girl.”
    Her face turned red and she glanced down at her hands. “I’m sorry, Carson. I just figured you lived with a guy. You know…”
    I chuckled. “It’s okay. You didn’t offend me or anything. But,” I continued, “my roommate happens to be a very beautiful woman.”
    “Well, she’s a very lucky girl.” She sounded sad.
    “Eh, I don’t know about that. She does have to live with me.” We both laughed and I glanced at the clock on the wall. “I better get going. I’ll see you on campus or the next time I work.”
    “Have a good night, Carson.”
    “You, too,” I said, although I really had no idea how good of a night she could possibly have working and doing homework.
    I drove home and walked inside the apartment. As I padded down the hallway, I could hear voices coming from Kristin’s room. “I just wanted you to look good for Mr. Hot Stuff. Make sure you got laid.” The voice sounded like Kristin’s friend Polly. I leaned closer to the door, but couldn’t hear Kristin’s reply.
Damn it!
    I shook my head at myself for trying to spy on her conversation and headed for my room. I stripped out of my clothes once I reached the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I’d worked out before meeting with my client and didn’t want to smell like ass and sweat tonight.
    After the shower, I dressed and went to the living room to wait on Kristin. I could still hear her loud friend, but nothing from her. I grabbed my laptop off the table and sat down on the couch, checking in on Facebook. Nothing was happening besides people talking about their plans for the night. Most made me gag. Others made me want to throat punch them. It wasn’t jealousy—it was just that sappiness was seriously stupid.
    A handful of minutes went by before Kristin’s door opened and out came her weird friend with the blondest hair I’d ever seen. Then out stepped Kristin behind her, but I couldn’t really see her. Her friend had a wide smile on her face as they padded into the living room. She moved and my breath fucking caught in my throat.
    Fucking gorgeous.
    I had no other thoughts as I drank her in from head to toe. Her long, brown hair was curled at the ends, eyes smoky, lips pouty, and tits on full display through a sheer purple shirt. She was wearing a black tank top under it, but it was tight and perfect. The look continued down with ripped skinny jeans that showed off every single beautiful curve of her hips.
Fuck…me.
    I tossed my laptop to the side and stood. “You look,” I stammered, “you look beautiful.”
    Kristin cocked her head to the side and arched a brow. “Are you saying I’m normally not?”
    “Wiseass.” I laughed. “You know you always look beautiful.” I walked closer to her, stopping only inches apart. Leaning in, I whispered in a low voice, “Sexy, in fact.”
    She sucked in her breath as her friend yelled, “Oh my gosh!”
    I didn’t look away from Kristin. “You ready?”
    “Yeah,” she replied, then bit her lip.
    “What?”
    “Can we take the bike?”
    I barked out