Page 21 of Sentinel's Kiss
Chapter 6
“Ashley, there’s a sexy thug at the door for you,” Tasha, her new roommate, said.
“I wonder who that could be,” Ashley murmured. She was not at all surprised to see Sentinel leaning against the wall outside their apartment building. He had on faded denim jeans that hit every curve on his tightly muscled legs and ass. A black T-shirt skimmed his torso and he had on a jean vest with a German cross patch that said SENTINEL in a yellow ribbon and SOB underneath it.
“How did you find out where I live?” she asked.
“I’ve got a friend who excels at tracking people down.” He took off his sunglasses and winked at her, his hazel eyes warm and full of admiration as he gave her a thorough head-to-toe inspection.
Had she known he was going to arrive on her doorstep, she would have been wearing something other than a ratty stretched-out T-shirt and boy shorts. Still, she got a tingle from the way his eyes followed her legs.
“You could have just called me,” she said, hoping her bra would hide how her nipples tightened at his attention.
He shrugged. “You might not have told me. Are you going to invite me in?”
Ashley considered telling him to take a hike, but she was bored and he looked so damn fine. What was the harm? “Sure.” She held open the door for him.
“I’m off for my tennis date.” Tasha looked Sentinel up and down with a barely disguised expression of fear. Tasha was old money, with perfectly coiffed blond hair and blue contact lenses. She had an athlete’s figure and worked as a personal trainer. Aside from all that, Ashley and she seemed to hit it off well. “Do you want me to call someone?”
“No, I’m good. Josh is an old friend.”
Tasha’s lips pursed. “Well, if you’re sure.” With a final glance at Josh, she sashayed out the door, swinging her racquet.
Ashley caught Josh staring at Tasha’s ass on the way out. “Really?” she said when he swung his gaze up to hers again.
“You ever play tennis in a little skirt like that?” He jerked his thumb in the direction Tasha went.
“I hate to bust your bubble, but that was a skort.” She walked back into her room.
Josh followed her. “What the fuck is a skort?”
She continued to hang up her clothes from the moving boxes, trying not to notice how he dwarfed the space. This bedroom was bigger than the one she had in Manhattan, but Sentinel still filled it up. “It’s shorts built inside a skirt.”
“Why not just wear shorts then?”
Ashley shrugged. “Maybe because biker gangs don’t stare at your ass when you wear shorts.”
“You should have corrected Stan.” Josh stabbed a finger at her. “My friends and I ride motorcycles. But we’re not a gang.”
“To-MAY-to, to-MAH-to,” she called out over her shoulder from the closet.
“Who gave you the flowers?” He jerked his chin toward the vase of a dozen red roses.
“Stan. Although I don’t know how he found out my new address either. Maybe your friend gave it to him.”
Josh barked out a laugh. “Not freakin’ likely.”
“So what brings you out today? Minus flowers, I can’t help but notice.” She smiled when he frowned at the vase again.
“You already have flowers.”
“But you didn’t know that.”
“You don’t strike me as the type of girl who melts over a bouquet of roses.”
“Why? Because I slept with you on the first date?” She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow at him.
“It wasn’t really a date and we didn’t sleep.” He gave her cleavage a slow once-over.