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Apparently, he does

Shocked, I stand with the dish of leftover shepherd’s pie and listen until the thuds andclirunts soh I can’tIt raises all the hair on the back of my neck

Then it’s quiet, and I feel like I need to take a shower In bleach

Ticked off that I’ participant in the Mountain’s sexcapades, I holler across the hall, "She totally faked it!"

I go inside and sla What an absolute animal! What a cocky, conceited, self-centered, insufferable ley watches with interest as I stomp into the kitchen and violently throw the dish of leftovers into the fridge "I’," I tell the cat while slaerator door "We shouldn’t have to deal with this idiot and his music and parties and loud vertical hookups! I work for a living! I pay my bills! I shouldn’t be subjected to--"

Boo on my front door "Who is it?"

The answer is h "Stop spyin’ on asp in outrage It’s Ca!

Iidiot’s face, I shout, "I’ to call the super because you’re loud, obnoxious, and rude!"

My tirade loses a bit of stea And--of course--he’s barechested and barefoot, wearing only a pair of shiny black athletic shorts that are so tight the bulge in front practically screa soain, lass," says the Mountain with a low chuckle "It’s becomin’ a bad habit of yours, innit?"

Steaoes red I clencharound his throat "If you wouldn’t prance around half-naked all the time--"

"Prance?" he repeats, one eyebrow lifted "Caor does not prance"

"--people wouldn’t have to be subjected to the sight of your body--"

"You make it sound like a punish to mind their own business--"

"When I know for a fact you actually enjoy it"

My rins "You heard me I knohen a woman wants me"

I’m surprised he doesn’t explode into a ive him "For your information, you’re the last man on the planet I’d ever be attracted to In spite of your obviously overinflated opinion of yourself, you’re nothis ridiculous, conceited, pearly-white grin, he props his hands on his hips "Then why’re you always starin’ at h your peephole?"

"You’re insane," I say flatly

He jerks his chin at the tiny roundin the oes dark when your head’s there, blockin’ the light I’d say you stared at ood five minutes while I ar

My face flarins back attiet back in here! We’re not finished!"

Without looking away from me, he says casually over his shoulder, "Aye, we are, sweetheart I’ll call you a cab"