Free Intercepted by Love: Part 2 (Playing the Field #2) by Rachelle Ayala Page A

could she, when she’d allowed Cade’s friend to kiss her? Not that she’d kissed him back, but she hadn’t stopped him, either.
    She hurried to her room and shut the door. What if what Ronaldo said were true, that humans were not naturally monogamous? What if the only reason she’d ever dated one man at a time was because there was only one man interested in her at a time?
    Oh, holy kielbasa. What was she turning into? She couldn’t stay at his place while carrying on with someone else, not that she wanted to, or did she?
    Ronaldo’s kiss had melted in her mouth, and he was as smooth as butter. Handsome and refined, he was used to the finer things in life: a silver Ferrari, expensive suit, diamond cufflinks, and an address in Beverly Hills.
    Not that she’d drop her panties for him since he was definitely a player. She had to stick to her rule. After Declan Reed stole her heart, then trampled on it with a string of women, she’d sworn to herself she’d put faithfulness as her top criteria in choosing a man, followed by honesty.
    Except an online quiz told her she valued good in bed. Grrr … Fine. Faithfulness and great in the sack. Which Cade was, if what he said was true. She’d better add back honesty.
    Cade’s footsteps stomped around the kitchen. He was right below her. Andie shuddered and shook her fists at herself. If she wanted faithfulness and honesty, she should be the same.
    It was only fair. Taking a deep breath, she opened her door and clambered down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Cade had a tray of food, steaks from the look of it.
    “I was wondering if you’d eaten,” he said, putting the tray on the kitchen table.
    “I went out and had a hamburger already,” she said. There was no sense lying. Ronaldo was sure to fill in Cade about their dinner date. Hopefully he wouldn’t kiss and tell.
    “Oh, well, I have two steaks, mashed potatoes, green beans and well, do you mind watching me eat or you want some?”
    He blinked, looking expectant and unsure. Guilt curdled in Andie’s stomach at the kiss she’d shared with Ronaldo. She’d never pegged herself to be the cheating kind, and yet it had felt exciting to have two men wanting her, at least if she assumed Ronaldo had been referring to her as the one woman Cade was stuck on.
    Time to find out. If he’d really changed to a one woman man, he wouldn’t be kissing her if she weren’t the one.
    She swiped her hand up Cade’s arm and tipped on her toes, her eyes searching for a clue. He seemed to shy away, clearing his throat and gesturing to the table.
    “I’m hungry, so if you don’t mind,” he said.
    “Sure, no problem.” She stepped back, flustered with a pang of disappointment. “I’ll stay and watch you.”
    “Great, have a seat.” He pulled a chair for her. “What will you have to drink?”
    “Water’s fine.”
    “Water it is.” He poured her a glass and took his place at the table. “I’m really glad you’re here, Andie. You’re right about us being just roommates, at least for now.”
    Had she blown it and been friend-zoned? Or even worse, roommate-zoned?
    “Sounds good,” she mumbled, unsure of what it meant. “Do we have any rules or guidelines about what we do together or separately?”
    He cut a juicy piece of steak and chewed it. “I guess it means we each get our own food and keep our own schedules. I don’t expect you to eat with me or go out with me, and you’re free to come and go as you please.”
    “I should be buying my own groceries. Can I tag along when you go shopping? I don’t have a car.”
    “Sounds like a plan. I’ll still have my driver take you to and from work, unless you want to borrow one of my cars and drive yourself once you feel comfortable around here.”
    What could she say? This was above and beyond roommate territory, but she didn’t have the money for a car.
    “Thanks, Cade. That’s very kind of you.”
    “ De nada ,” he said. “If you want to go out on dates,