One Night with her Roommate by Noelle Adams
(One Night novellas, #5)Publication date: January 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Ever since her former roommates deserted her, Meg has had to share an apartment with a lazy, obnoxious ass. He won’t pick up after himself, and he refuses to get a good job. Plus, he doesn’t always wear enough clothes—which is really a problem, because he’s hot.
Maybe he’s occasionally funny. And every now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he’s just annoying. It doesn’t matter how much he’s starting to flirt with her—Meg is going to resist. She’s way too smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously.
But then everything changes in only one night...
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Maybe he’s occasionally funny. And every now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he’s just annoying. It doesn’t matter how much he’s starting to flirt with her—Meg is going to resist. She’s way too smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously.
But then everything changes in only one night...
She
started to dig into her purse for her keys, but she looked up to
check out his expression. He looked uncharacteristically quiet. And
his tone was uncharacteristically gentle as he asked, “You okay?”
“Of
course,” she replied, trying to sound natural and peppy. “Why
wouldn’t I be?”
“I
don’t know. You tell me.”
“I’ve
got nothing to tell you,” she said with a frown, feeling a familiar
impatience return, since he was acting like he knew something of what
she was feeling. “I’m happy for them. It’s great news.”
“Of
course, it is. But that doesn’t mean happy is all you feel at
hearing the news.”
She
frowned, but her heart was starting to beat quickly, as if something
important was about to happen. “Why would I be anything but happy
for them?”
He
stepped into her in a way that pressed her back against the door to
her car. He braced a hand on the car beside her shoulder so he was
kind of trapping her in place. But his expression wasn’t sexy or
flirtatious. It was knowing and intimate somehow. “Maybe you’re
kind of disappointed it’s not you.”
She
gasped. “I’ve never had the slightest interest in Jake. Not the
slightest!”
“I
know that,” he murmured with a smile, his eyes almost caressing her
face. “I meant maybe you’re disappointed that the engagement, the
wedding, the marriage, the whole rosy fairytale isn’t happening to
you.”
“Well,
I’m not. I’m perfectly happy not being married.” It was the
truth, so she could say it with wide eyes and no dissemblance.
His
expression shifted, got a little warmer in a way she was very
familiar with. “So you don’t secretly have daydreams about
settling down in domestic bliss with me?”
Her
pulse was throbbing wildly from his closeness and from the continued
intimacy of his gaze, but she couldn’t keep a giggle from bubbling
up. “You’re the last guy I’d daydream about domestic bliss
with.”
“Ah,
it must be other kinds of bliss I’m giving you in your daydreams.”
She
flushed hot as his eyes were suddenly all about sex. All. About. Sex.
It
took a minute for her recover, but her voice was mostly even when she
said, “You don’t star in any of my daydreams. That’s your
overinflated ego talking.” She clutched at the strap of her purse
with both hands, since she desperately wanted to touch East’s
chest.
It
was only a couple of inches away.
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
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