Girls' Guide to Flirting with Danger by Kimberly Lang

God.” Megan began to pace, her hands tugging at her hair, a sign of frustration he recognized from days past. “The morning shows…this is just going to make things worse. ”
    Okay, this was an overreaction, even from Megan. “Media attention doesn’t go away overnight, you know. This will take the nasty edge off, though, until it does.”
    Megan dropped into her chair with a groan and buried her face in her hands.
    â€œThat could happen sooner than you think, especially if something more interesting breaks.”
    â€œAnd what’s more interesting than Devin Kenney?” she muttered into her hands. It wasn’t a real question, so he didn’t bother to respond. It wasn’t his fault the book and the show were so popular, but Megan was acting as if he’d done all this to spite her somehow. Hard on that thought,Megan lifted her head, spun the chair and faced him. “I hate you, Devin. I really, really do.”
    Actually hearing the words cut deeper than expected. “I’m supposed to be surprised? I figured that out a long time ago, Meggie. It’s hardly news.”
    Megan’s attitude changed. Her shoulders dropped, and while she was still obviously angry, somehow not all of it was directed at him anymore. “It’s news to me. I didn’t realize I was capable of that emotion until now.”
    â€œReally? If you walk out on people you don’t hate, I’m curious to see what you do to the people you do.”
    Megan’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t just walk out on you. I had to leave because you were so caught up in yourself you forgot there was anyone else deserving of a thought from you.”
    â€œYou’re implying I somehow forgot we were married? That I mistook you for a roommate?”
    â€œPretty much.” The sarcasm from Megan was new. Unexpected. It seemed graduate school had taught her a lot more than how to come out of her shell. It had given her teeth, as well.
    â€œThat’s insane, Meggie.”
    â€œFirst of all, please do not call me Meggie,” she snapped.
    The heat behind what seemed like a simple statement caught him off guard.
    She pushed to her feet to face him. “Secondly, I think I’m a bit more qualified to decide what’s insane and what’s not. And since I was there, since I was the one being treated like nothing more than a roommate, I know what I’m talking about.”
    Memories crashed in—vivid visuals of Megan’s thighs straddling his hips, that long blond hair falling around them both like a curtain, her eyes closed and mouth openslightly in pleasure as she moved against him. A familiar, if almost forgotten, heat built under his skin. He fought to tamp it down. “I’m suddenly rather intrigued by your definition of roommate. Do you sleep with all your roommates, Megan?”
    She gasped and her cheeks turned pink as she obviously got a similar visual. Then she swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. Her arms crossed over her chest, pulling her thin cardigan closed, but not quickly enough to hide the sight of rigid nipples pressing against the cotton tank. The small success he’d had getting himself under control faltered.
    â€œThere’s no need to be crude, Devin.”
    â€œIt’s a fair question. Personally, I’m not in the habit of having sex with my roommates, so I’m curious to see where you got wife and roommate confused.”
    Her chin went up. “A wife is normally afforded greater respect than a roommate,” she lectured, ice dripping off her words. “Especially when it comes to big, important issues like where you’re going to live, or what you’re going to do with your future—your joint future. Your roommate can’t expect you to take their plans into consideration when making yours. Your wife, however, should get a say. Since that seemed to be shocking news to you, I can only assume you were