Neighbors (Twin Estates #1) by Stylo Fantome Page A

there's a big difference between the two.”
    “Careful, you're getting feisty. In danger of becoming – gasp! – not boring,” he teased her. It was impossible to keep a straight face, she had to laugh.
    “God, you're horrible,” she chuckled, letting her head drop forward till her forehead hit his chest.
    “The worst. Come have tacos with me and I'll make up for it,” he whispered. She took a deep breath.
    “Like go out to dinner?” she checked, then frowned when she felt him shrug.
    “Lunch time is better for me. It'll be great, we can bring some home and eat them on my roof,” he told her.
    Hmmm. Didn't really sound like a date. Sounded like two buddies meeting up to eat tacos and hang out. Katya figured she could handle hanging out with a friend. It wasn't like she had to end the night with crazy sex. Maybe new-Katya and old-Katya could sort of meld together.
    “Okay. Okay, I think I can do tacos. But not today, I have to go to work. Tomorrow?” she asked, finally lifting her head.
    “Sounds good. I'll grab you from you work, noon. Oh! And phone number, please. As fun as hanging out outside this building is, texting would be easier,” he said, taking out his phone. She hesitated for only a moment, then gave him her number.
    “Sorry I'm so difficult,” she said while he tapped away at his screen. He frowned and put his phone away.
    “What is it with that? You're always apologizing for something, or thinking you're not cool enough, or good enough. Who made you feel that way?” he asked. She stared at him for a second.
    “No one, I just … I'm realistic. Objective about myself. Let's not get into it now, I have to go to work and you -”
    She gasped when he pressed himself to her front. While her lips were still parted, he dove in, kissing her hard. Her head hit the wall behind her, causing her braid to press painfully against her skull, but she didn't care. She couldn't even think straight. She'd already forgotten how kissing him felt – like locking lips with a runaway freight train.
    “ And I need to remind you that you are that girl who walked into my club and rocked my world. That was you naked in that booth. Screaming my name in my bed. Seems like you only remember the bad, and never the good about yourself,” he growled as his fingers made fast work of opening her cardigan. She was wearing a white camisole underneath, and he yanked it free from her pants. There was a slight hesitation, as if he was giving her a split second to tell him to stop, then his hands were under her shirt, his fingers raking across her back.
    “Trust me, I will never forget those things,” she moaned, gripping onto his jacket to keep herself upright.
    “Good,” he said, then he kissed her again. It felt like he was going to inhale her tongue and when she started feeling dizzy, he finally pulled away. “Now remember some other things: tacos. Noon. You're a sexy beast.”
    Katya burst out laughing and he smiled back at her, stepping away. She adjusted her shirt, but didn't bother buttoning up the sweater again.
    “I'll try to keep that all in mind,” she said, running her hands over hair, trying to gauge whether or not it was still in good condition.
    “And this time, definitely change, ” he said. Katya went to argue, but then he leaned in, kissed her on the nose, and walked away abruptly, whistling a tune to himself.
    Katya went to work in a daze, not entirely sure how she got there. She was of almost no use to anyone, struggling to even tie her apron. Was she going out on a date with Liam tomorrow? Had she just gone on a date with Wulf the night before? Was that okay? Shit, had she accidentally started dating two men? But wait, hadn't she decided she wouldn't be seeing Wulf again? Of course, she'd also made the same decision about Liam, but he'd changed her mind super quick. She had a feeling if Wulf was even half as insistent, she'd fold instantly.
    She got herself together for her clients. Katya refused to