The Hate Vow by Nicole French

Author:Nicole French [French, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raglan Publishing
Published: 2019-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

“Just the top floor” ended up being four bedrooms (including a giant walk-in closet in the master), two baths, a full dining room, living room, and massive kitchen. Plus exclusive access to the rooftop garden. In New York freaking City.

“Oh. My. God!” I spun around in a circle, my arms spread wide as I danced around the living room. “This place is huuuuge.”

Eric leaned against the old fireplace mantle and crossed his arms, satisfied. A smile curved over his features as he watched me spin. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” I asked. “I love it! You have no idea what kind of shoebox I’ve been living in for the last five years. My studio in Chicago wasn’t even the size of the walk-in closet.”

“I thought we’d need space,” Eric said. “For those days when you can’t take me anymore.”

We meandered down the halls together, in and out of the other rooms.

“I figured you could use one of these as a design space or office or whatever,” he said, gesturing toward one of the smaller bedrooms.

I ducked in. “Aww, you remembered.”

“Do you still have that old sewing machine?”

I turned from the giant window that looked over the top of the neighboring brownstones. “Old Betty? Of course. I’d never get rid of her. She’s a classic.”

“I just remember her weighing about seventy pounds,” Eric joked. “It was not fun helping you and Skylar move into housing third year.”

I chuckled. “That’s right, I forgot that you and that kid from the Stats department helped us move…” I snapped my fingers. “I can see his face. Lanky, a little on the shorter side. Nice ass, but kind of…calculating in bed. No pun intended. God, what was his name?”

“His name was Jordan,” Eric said just a little shortly. But when I looked up, his face was as placid as ever. “I usually remember the people I bring home with me.”

“That’s because you never bring anyone home,” I retorted. “You let them do the hosting so you could skip out in the morning. If you remember all of your conquests, Petri dish, then I’m the Queen of England.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Point taken. But just for the record, you were the best I ever had, Jane,” he said, his voice suddenly low. Almost taunting. “And I’d bet a lot of money the same goes for me.”

I gulped. With a lot of difficulty. Just like that, every ounce of sexual tension from the gym was back, practically making waves through the air.

Was he the best I ever had?

Of course he was, you fool. Head and shoulders above every man on that godforsaken list.

Okay, so that was an open-and-shut case.

Eric cleared his throat. “If we’re really going to do this whole platonic-roommates thing, it would be helpful if you’d make an effort not to be so…”

“So what?”

His gray eyes flashed. “Tempting.”

“What-what do you mean?”

He tipped his head. “You were biting your lip again.”

I swallowed again. “Please. I’m not the one walking around with a stepladder for a stomach these days.

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